PEOPLE!

It's been eons.
Another person wrote before.
But I'm still here.
Creativity drained.
Sleep deprived.
2 children deep, the littler one rolled off the bed at 5am.
Big bump on his little noggin.
Bad mom/mum/mama.
Wish I had sleep trained him.
But too lazy.
Too tired actually.

It's a juggle.
That's what I keep saying.
This work/mothering life.

There are endless online pieces written to that effect.
But here's my voice.
It's hard people.
The anguished loving I find myself doing.
Where perils are around every corner.
Every ledge.
Every drop.
Every edge.

And the ache of separation.
And the need for individuation.

One sunshine face.
The other twinkle eyed.

My recipe for success survival is:

Apis
Arnica

Bananas
Coffee

More to come.