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.