At the time of this writing, my little monster is only 6 months, so I wouldn’t mind if mamas who are up all day chasing toddlers or dealing with asshole teens would roll their eyes while reading.
Time flies really fast, and it seems surreal that my little one who used to be a tiny and wiggly monster in my belly is finally turning 6 months today. Although each month is special, this one is especially memorable because he is supposed to start eating solid food today…or so I thought.
Being a working mom is a real struggle. Don’t get me wrong; I love my job and I’m grateful that I’m well-compensated. What bothers me is the guilt of not being able to take care of my little one as much as I want to.
I used to be a smartass and headstrong mom. Getting things done the way I reckon was right when it comes to parenting our little one and furkids was a huge deal to me. If you ask my husband to attest to this, I’m sure he would agree without any hesitation.