On the bright side, Peabody's gonna fully grasp the concept of the VICIOUS CYCLE by the time he's two.
Anyway, a mighty early risin' this morning, and I don't like to complain because I know, I see, I am deeply in touch with the fact that I am the luckiest woman alive, but I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by the massive number of remaining hours-to-go in this particular day, considering there've already been nearly sixty, wait, no, SIX of them.
I read this post by Robin at Pensieve (I even contributed! To her post! Yesterday! Back when I was lucid!) and found it very encouraging. But as there's so much of this day left to go, I'm thinking I may need a few more shots of encouragement to get me through to bedtime.
That's where you come in! You get to give me, in the form of You, a little talktus peppius! I know! Couldn't have come at a better time! You're just the person to do it!
So lay it on me (you).
Those of you who have survived the days of parenting the very littles and are still alive and functioning to talk about it, what would you say that old Yourself? What encouragement would you give her, to inspire her and revitalize her as she plows through the long days and long lists and feeling like she never actually DOES anything but still often goes about her life so tired she can't think straight? That Yourself who feels isolated and lonely despite the fact that she's surrounded by tiny people who need her -- NEED HER NEED HER NEED HER -- 24/7?
Will you write that Yourself a note in the comments? Loads of other women who read here are down in the Little People trenches with me and will love to read your words, as well. I guarantee it.