It's been six and a half weeks after giving birth to my first child, and I'm surprised I guess to see that it took this long to have a complete breakdown of ego that consists of me finding it perfectly acceptable to eat with vomit in my hair and poop on my hands while someone screams in my face.
Even this post is taking me twice as long to write because I'm typing it one-handed. And I've learned to become ambidextrous because having only one hand that can write is just dead weight at this point.
Being a mother requires a body that can maximize efficiency.
