Coming home from a dreary, long Monday to find a tired, cranky baby.
To listen to said cranky baby moan in frustration as I made dinner, and as we attempted to eat it.
To spend all your daily allotted time with baby trying to get "other things done," like family fed and apartment straightened.
To cry from your own frustration over the way we must spend our time, and how scarce quality time with baby and husband is.
To just miss your family so much it hurts.
My Beauty Uniform: Alison Roman
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