Curdled milk. Poop under my fingernails. Snot on the cuff of my sleeve.Anticipating every need. Analyzing every cry, shout, and scream.Cutting up food. Changing outfits. Dosing medicines. Reading the same stories over and over. Filling the time. Somehow, surviving. I’m doing this…again. When I first considered having my own children, I thought I had it… Continue reading I’m Doing Motherhood…Again
