even on the hardest days

Today was one of those days when nothing worked out how you had planned. The riceball was awake for far too much of the night, having decided that 1am was a great time to start the day. S was running late for work and we were grouchy with each other. My bread didn't rise properly. Basically, I was in a stink, and feeling like being a mama was the hardest job in the world.


And it is, in a lot of ways.


But now that things have taken a turn for the better (thanks mostly to a lovely afternoon visit with Gran): my second loaf is in the oven, and I am sitting down with a cup of tea & some reading, I can look down at this beautiful sleeping boy by my side and think - even on the worst days, being his mama is pretty much amazing.


And just in case you need some proof: