I was forced into staying home for a week and a half with my 3 year old kiddo.
I always knew I wanted to be a working mom.
In fact, before we had a child, we had determined that I would try to make a ton of money so that Dad could stay at home and I could keep working.
Everyone told me my feelings would change when I had a baby. I was in my 20's. I knew I was right and they were wrong, because the glory of the 20's is having that conviction.
They were right and I was wrong.
I've learned that when I don't burn the candle at all ends, I'm a much better human being all around.
To me, to my husband, and to my child.
My circumstances can't change, but I can stop blaming myself for being inadequate.