Since having a baby, I have learned that the single most important measure of success, on any given day, is whether or not I showered. Yes, this expectation may be too low on a good day, but on a morning when it feels like I have run a marathon before I get to work, clean hair is really nothing short of a miracle. And if the stars align and I am able to wear make up, matching socks AND clothes without a crushed cookie on the collar, a part of me that believes that world peace is really possible. Now if only I could stop hearing phantom baby cries when I am shampooing, I might be able to enjoy the alone time.
Exploring the lighter side of motherhood, one paragraph at a time, every Monday.