Man. I remember my early years of wifehood. We had kids so soon that wifehood and motherhood just became one giant fondue pot of mess. Everywhere I looked were moms who seemed to have it all together, and I was like, “why is just not my thing?” “Will it ever be my thing?” I often worried because all of the perfect moms I was surrounded by seemed to just glide right into taking care of tiny people so effortlessly. Why was I struggling? Why was this similar to a takeover, rather than an addition? No matter how I felt there was always guilt about it. I know now that motherhood guilt just comes with the territory, but I did not know that then. If writing to you guys makes you feel a little less alone, then that’s why I blog. At first, I started typing away so I felt like I had something other than motherhood pressing against my fingers. Then I soon realized, I never want anyone to feel as alone as I felt. I made it. I want you to know that I am okay. You will be too. Keep reading. Take a drink. Love ya!