Motherhood is bonkers and so am I.

Hi. I'm here. How are you? Good? K me too. 

Starting a blog is hard, maintaining a blog is even harder I'm sure, but I've resolved to do my best in pushing past the initial struggle with the hope that I can get into a groove, release unto the universe what's sure to be a long string of frustrated, overjoyed and oftentimes perplexed babbling, and maybe - just maybe! - tug on the shirtsleeves of other mums out there who may read this and at once feel like they're not alone.

...Also sometimes you might just find me going on about my extensive expensive boot collection (two pairs), my incredibly lacking pants collection (two pairs), or about how I'm one step closer to becoming an international spy after learning how to pick combination locks.

Anyway, where was I?

I became a mother just 15 months ago, and while over the course of the first four of them I was whirling around in a bubble of complete elation, my forays into balancing parenting with work with sleep deprivation suddenly landed me flat on my ass with no clue which way was up. It's only in retrospect that I realize I was battling postpartum depression, and thank God it eventually passed, and I learned to dust off my knees and put one foot in front of the other again - and to accept the realization that in spite of how blissfully I rode out the first handful of months with my Maggie, being this girl's mother is hard. 

It's amazing, it's empowering, it's thrilling, and I wouldn't take any of it back for even an iota of a second, but it's the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.

So bear with me, okay? I kind of have no idea what this blog is going to look like. It might be equal points poignant and ridiculous and irrelevant and very relevant and sad and happy and hilarious. But whether you're a stranger reading this, or one of my close friends, or maybe you're even me (hi, keep writing), hear this loud voice of mine shouting over a room full of other very loud voices on the internet screaming at you about how MOTHERHOOD IS SRSLY BONKERS AND I AM TOO. AREN'T YOU?! Be honest. K yeah I thought so.