tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173375477951908141.post5778217878306816871..comments2023-06-22T06:09:21.385-06:00Comments on me, my redhead, and so on: we're baaaackkkShauntelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13831819875851690718noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173375477951908141.post-25765039792984725862011-09-08T17:04:47.518-06:002011-09-08T17:04:47.518-06:00Two kicked my trash too...My first was so easy and...Two kicked my trash too...My first was so easy and I literally had not a second of adjusting to motherhood. I silently wondered what other people's problems were that they thought being a mom was hard or exhausting. Then my boy arrived and he was sad and gassy and didn't sleep. He ate every two hours AROUND THE CLOCK. I was a walking zombie. I loved him. I loved my oldest. I loved my husband. But I was so TIRED that I could hardly function. I finally understood what many moms learned the first time around. Yes, kicked my trash is a good phrase for it. Somehow you pull out of it and you get your groove back. In the meantime, rely on those around you, and know that it is ok to take 5 minutes for yourself every once in a while. :) Keep your chin up, girly, you can do it. Promise it does get better!!Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10709722491549216146noreply@blogger.com