J'Espere

Mothers Beget Mothers It’s a biological fact that we are designed to oppose our parents. Don’t believe me? I challenge you to meet up with an eighth grade girl and ask her how much her parents know. It’s not about the love, it’s about the brain. And the brain says, “No! Don’t let them be right!” Until you have a baby. I spent my middle and high school years scoffing at 98% of what my mother told me about everything. Then I spent college just not telling her about anything. After college I no longer needed advice (fortunately I knew everything) and went to NYC. Then I spent the majority of my twenties listening to her and doing what I wanted to anyway. Then I had a baby. The realization that your sole purpose in life is to keep another human alive is a daunting task. But keeping another human alive and content is much, much harder. Ask anyone with a newborn at 3 a.m. how they are faring. If they were like me, they were probably curled up on the couch watching a small being in a s...

So I just checked on the last blog post I wrote and- GASP!- it was over a month ago. I'm pulling the new mom card as I write this, and also want to point out that it is almost 3 on a Monday and I have yet to take a shower. It is one of those days. Baby Girl is not feeling well, which means I'm not feeling well either. Since if she doesn't sleep, nobody sleeps. But that's not what the focus of this post is. The focus of this post is a recap of all that I thought I would get done during maternity leave and to let y'all know how that went.... 1. Unpacking boxes: We moved when she was 1.5 weeks old. Enough said. Lesson learned- don't purchase a house shortly before your baby is born. Really. As I write this in our "office" (read: Junk Room, I can see around me roughly 15 boxes. The good news is they are getting unpacked, albeit slowly. Very, very slowly. And I almost daily groan/sigh and say "Why can't I find ----? Where is it?...