Blowing Bubbles, Soft and Fine

I remember vaguely that it gets easier after three months but for the life of me I can't remember how.

Drowning in a flailing frantically kind of way to keep up with the meds and supplements and diets and diapers and back pain and guilt of not exposing toddler to enough fun

and so therefore taking children to the mom's groups despite the need to exhale.

So then, I find myself shopping for carry-in egg puffs and the perfect fruit tart.

All the while, I'm schlepping through the grocery mart with crying baby and toddler looking for mislaid Hello Kitty glasses.