I get depressed when I read about moms who have small babies and also seem to always be cooking wonderful meals (with organic, locally grown food, of course), making all of their babies' food, including their rice, oatmeal, and barley cereals, tending a garden, keeping a professional iron in the fire of some sort, looking put together, etc. Is it all a facade? Sometimes I feel like I can't keep up. Or, worse, don't measure up. I know this is a pointless way to think, and I feel like I do a fairly good job in general, at least as Eamon's mom, but I get so little done. What's the secret? There isn't one, but it feels like there must be.
This post is so cliche, I can't stand it.