After a year of motherhood, I’m still struck by the yawning chasm that has opened between who I always thought I would be and who I have become. I often feel like a 1950s housewife, except that my husband hasn’t provided me with a wardrobe full of big flouncy dresses and I still can’t bring myself to iron his shirts.
Despite managing teams of people and multimillion dollar budgets in my professional career, and thinking that I knew a thing or two about hard work, stress and responsibility, nothing compares to the responsibility of motherhood. I have never worked so hard in my life. I have never been so tired and so stretched to my limits. And I am quite certain that my performance has never been judged and critiqued so harshly and by so many people. More
Hi! Stopping by from MBC. Great blog.
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