There are some days that just seem to go smoothly – but those days are few and far between. Other days, I miss my former life. The one where I lived in a little NYC apartment working with my pooch on my lap – taking breaks to go to the dog run or have lunch with a friend. Days when I got up early because it was what I wanted to do – not become a little person was crying for me or waking me from slumber. Days when I took a bath mid-afternoon without worrying if someone will wake before I wash my hair. Someone is always spitting up, crying, whining, needing, wanting, pooping, peeing, eating, sleeping, NOT sleeping, tantrum throwing, asking, lap sitting, uppy-needing, and more. I know that I should be grateful that I have these 2 beautiful people that I created but in all honesty – sometimes my lap doesnt want to be sat on, I dont want to look at one more balloon picture, and Im tired of doing the Ferber method for the 18 thousand time in 1 day. I do love being a mom – but it is the most taxing, overwhelming, never ending, thankless job I have ever done. One day when my girls are grown I will miss these days – but right now while in the thick of it, Im just tired and ready for the day to end.