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.
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