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WHO AM I NOW?

It’s 1 am and I’m crying in my king size bed. The husband is snoring next to me. And I can’t sleep. I’m going through iPhotos. Sob. Sob. Sob.

I’m a bit overwhelmed. Or maybe a lot.

I feel like I can’t get a hold of this pit in my stomach. What is it? My mind is racing, I have too much for my brain to process. And for what?

Why am I so panicked all of a sudden? I hear someone cough upstairs and I immediately think out loud something horrible is about to happen.

Stop.

This is a mother’s life.

5 REASONS MOM FRIENDS ARE MORE THAN WINE BUDDIES

My husband said to me the other night, "You sure have a lot of birthday dinners to go to." Pause. "Yes I know." I said. "But they're important to me. Super important," I said as I smiled and loaded the dishwasher. He didn't say this because he doesn't want me to go to the birthday dinners. He said it because he was pointing out the obvious in the middle of discussing our calendar. I do get out often with my mom friends. And I'm thankful. And perhaps he's a tiny bit envious? Probably not, but there's good reason and explanation for our plethora of moms nights out and it's not just about getting tipsy on wine and talking about how excited we are about the upcoming season of Big Little Lies.

DEAR DOCTOR, DEAR NURSE, THANK YOU. LIKE FOR REALS

Today is International Women’s Day. And so today, I want to celebrate you. Your expertise, your beauty, your strength. And I will celebrate you today and everyday, for the rest of my life because I want to say thank you, like for reals.

The Maple Inn