This blog wasn’t supposed to happen.
In between the editor/reporter duties at work and the mommy duties at home, there really isn’t much time left for anything else.
But that’s just my lame excuse.
The truth is, I’m not sure I’m that type of mother—that straight-out-of-an-infant-formula-commercial-who-couldn’t-do-wrong kind—that you’d want to read.
Here’s what has been my life for the last 9 months in a nutshell: On days that my daughter wakes up in middle of the night to play, I get grumpy. When she doesn’t give me any sleep, I complain. When she’s irritable the whole day, I sometimes run out of strength and patience to keep up.
So what story do I have to tell?
I want to share with you a life of a young mother who has a patience of an unruly toddler, hung up on her career and afraid that motherhood would overtake her life, BUT also mother who, even amid her constant whining, would wake up whichever time of day, do anything at the drop of a hat, give up whatever it needs for her daughter’s sake.
As I cover this mommy beat, I will take you on my adventures with my lovely daughter Celestine, from our 3 a.m. playtimes (and having to wake up 3 hours for work!), my love-hate relationship with her newly acquired teeth to all her adorable shenanigans, but not without sharing you stories (some horror, some not) of my experiences and discoveries as a mother who’s still got craploads to learn.