"Every man's memory is his private literature." ~Aldous Huxley
Winging It - 11/19/09
So, as I'm walking up to the hi-chair this mornin, scrambled eggs in hand, it hits me outta nowhere like a ton of bricks---
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
I mean, what qualifies me to be a mom?
I realized that no matter how much I plan & prep, I really am just winging this from day to day. It kinda scared me......
in a "rock your world" kinda sense, like "whoa."
Who knew?
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