I swear since I’ve had my daughter, I’ve become bi-polar.
Nothing has ever given me the highs or lows that being her mother has given me. Her smile can make my entire day, and one fit can break it.
When she’s awake, I’m counting down the hours until she naps. When she’s napping, I can’t wait until she wakes up. Then the cycle starts all over again. I can’t wait until she’s gone for the weekend, then I want her back.
When people ask, “isn’t being a Mommy the BEST?”, I just smile. Behind that smile, inside my head, I’m either laughing hysterically (think straight-jacket laugh) or shouting something like, “ARE YOU FING KIDDING ME?? PLEASE, PLEASE GIVE ME THE DRUGS YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY TAKING!!!”.
She makes me crazy, she makes me happy. She tests my patience, while teaching me patience. She amazes me, she tests me, she makes me a better person, drives me crazy. All in a single day.