There are no moments anymore that are truly mine... It's a hard thing to adjust to. When I think you're asleep and I can finally relax- you wake up and cry. It's constantly a battle, the sleeping. Still. A lot of days I'm at my wits end. I have sores on my hands from washing your bottles and bowls and spoons once, sometimes twice, a day. Sometimes I'm just tired.
I hope that this doesn't make me a bad mother... I hope it doesn't. I'm afraid to say it anywhere but here. I don't want people to think that I don't love you or that I don't love you enough. I love you so much it takes my breath away sometimes. But sometimes, I'm just tired. But more than that, I love you.
I love you Parker!