motherhood.

So, today has been a day from hell. In the middle of the night, Jaskson walked into my bedroom and woke me up with the sound of him pooping on my floor. Then, Emery kept me up for an hour at 3am. We started out the morning ok, minus the constant crying immediatly following disapline or scolding. So, we ventured off to target, where Miss Emery cried the whole time begging "up, up up!" She wanted me to pick her up. So, I gave in and did...and only when my arm was about to give out (because Emery is no skinny bones, jones) did I feel a rather warm senssaion on my side... I was getting peed on. She had a diaper on, but it leaked. This was followed by more crying. Even several fellow patrons of Target tried to help out and make silly faces to get my girl to calm down. All to no avail... but was sincerely appreciated.

I think the moral to the story here is that motherhood is harder than any woman admits to. And if we did, then the species would probably die out. Working, keeping a house, and taking care of a baby... nevermind the husband or pets... is more than any woman can truly handle. There simply are not enough hours during the day to get it all done and get an appropriate amount of sleep... so how do I deal? I love to shop. I love shoes and clothes... mostly shoes.

Why shoes? Because no matter how fat you get, they still can make a tshirt and jeans look cute. And they can make you feel good, fabulous, and sexy. So, I got myself some zebra flats yesterday, and no I don't feel guilty about it. Plus, Emery loves shoes, so it's almost like I bought her a new toy too. So there.

I love my baby. And if buying shoes and accessories helps be a better mother, then fine. I'll give into the universe and buy fabulous accessories.

xoxo