In a Rut, I am Stuck

Coming to you live from Tuesday night (at the time of this writing) and I’m stuck- yet again. I feel like I’ve hit the proverbial wall. Here’s an honest life update:

Counting Sheep

Why is it that we count sheep when we can’t sleep?
Are dogs bilingual?
How do newbie penguins know their travel route every winter?  
What language is ‘kumbaya?’ Where did this saying come from?
How do we actually know we’re all seeing colours the same way if we can’t see what each other see?
I’ve realized that bras are really

Look at the Bloody Baboon!

10PM, Me: Babe, are you listening?
Husband: *distractedly scrolling through his phone* Yea.
Me: Here’s the plan for tomorrow. A, then B, you do C, I’ll do D. Okay?
Him: Okay, sounds good!
7AM, Also him: So, what’s the plan?

Motherhood: Fantasy vs. Reality (Collab Post)

I always knew I wanted to have children. Ever since I could remember, I often fantasized about being a mother. I thought about how I would raise my children; how I would dress them, teach them about gratitude and appreciation (I had visions of them writing thank you cards for birthday gifts), spending time together doing philanthropic work- I had all the fantasies. Even when I was single in my 20s for a full decade, the thing I feared most wasn’t the idea that I might not find my soulmate but more so fear around my single status hindering my ability to have a child. I was very close to exploring other avenues of having a child on my own before I fatefully met my husband.

The Wall

I’m there. 
I’m at the wall.
I feel myself unraveling.
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