Thursday, March 31, 2011

One Day

One day I'm going to look back fondly at this time in my life, right? I'll forget the exhaustion and frustration and worry and all the other crap, and I'll just remember the good stuff. Right? The tiny fingers, the chubby legs, the sweet smiles. That's the stuff I'll remember, RIGHT??

My guess is that the mind is mercifully selective in what it chooses to hang on to. It must be, or everyone would be an only child.

The B-man peed in my bed last night and today I'm living on coffee. Ugh. I'm looking forward to the day when I think back on moments like this with nothing but the happiest of feelings.