I think we’ve all seen insanity defined as doing the same things over and over again and expecting different results.

Well, I’d define motherhood similarly. Being a mama means doing the same thing day in, day out, but actually getting a different result. In that way, being a mom is sort of an exercise in beating insanity.

From one day to the next, I swing from yeah, I got this! to sweet baby Jesus, somebody help me without a whole lot of difference in what is actually going on (except maybe how much sleep I got the night before!).

Despite having started this day by dropping an entire container of formula, which promptly exploded and rained beige fallout all over the kitchen counters and floors, today is an “I got this” day. I keep asking myself, why do I think this is so hard sometimes??? And, then tomorrow, I’ll be all, why in God’s name did I think I’d figured this out???

I can never seem to remember on one day what the hell I was thinking on the other. I need to wake each morning with a movie of my life like Adam Sandler does for Drew Barrymore in that cute movie just so I can have a well-rounded picture of the situation.

I… have no idea where I was going with all this, but my adorable baby alarm is going off. When upset, he sounds remarkably like a cross between a velociraptor and a mewling kitten.

Here I go… I got this. Clearly.