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I’m totally kidding... this couldn't be further from the truth.
Mostly I hang on for dear life, attempt to break my diaper changing record, make meals with toddlers wrapped around my ankles, play pretend vet while simultaneously pretending to be a monster, and pick up the same toys 900 times. It's mostly (un)controlled chaos, and I love it so very much. It's less than perfect, but it's the life I never knew I wanted.
I've found that I'm a much better + nicer mama when I have a little something going on that's just for me. I really need that creative release after a long day of mommin' and not enough coffee. Do you know what I mean?