Having made the decision to stay at home with our daughter, I have defended the life of a stay-at-home mother to countless women who are still in the workplace. I do so subconsciously, hardly noticing as I minimize the total exhaustion that has overtaken my body. I catch myself telling people “It’s a blast being with Lily, the days just fly by.” Of course, moms out there know the truth – no 2 year old is a “blast” 24 hours a day. Sure, she’s a riot when she is well-fed, well-rested, and cracking herself up over something she has imagined ‘Dolly’ has just told her. And yes, she is precious when she is sleepy and willing to curl up next to me, pleased as punch to have been given milk in a purple sippy cup instead of her usual green one. But seeing as I still spend much of my day changing diapers, wrestling with her sleep schedule, scolding her for pushing her cousins, and coaxing food into her as I dance around like a trained monkey (because the doctors will tell you, ‘every little bite counts’), I am in desperate need of some ‘me’ time.

And so I suppose this blog is my escape. Somewhere to go and reclaim my formerly competent brain, the one that now cannot seem to hold information of interest to anyone over the age of 3. Welcome to momnesia. Enjoy!