Last Monday morning, after barely managing to schlep myself to work, a coworker cheerily asked me how my weekend was. I stared at her blankly for a moment wondering how the answer wasn’t already written all over my baggy-eyed face before answering with “Well, I survived”. And thats the truth. As much as week 1 was the honeymoon period, week 2 with Sprout and Rosebud was all about surviving.
Now we’ve completed week 3 and I can say that we are really living. My life as mom has begun. Sure, there have still been tantrums, tears, and screaming; oh my! But it all feels right. As if we, our for-now family of four, finally got our puzzle pieces clicked together. Relief. Such sweet relief.
