Sometimes I am sick of living a life wherein the best thing that happens to me all day is that the baby goes to sleep. Sometimes I want to be with all my old friends, all the people my age who are out having fun and not feeling crushed under a burden I wasn't prepared for.
Sometimes it's hard to be grateful for what I have when I feel like I had so much more 2 years ago. I know, I know. Every child is a blessing, every day your child wakes up and breathes is a miracle, but... She would have been just as much of a blessing in five years time when I'd finished figuring myself out.