The longest day ever, with parenting and cozy sweaters








Today has been one of those days when I remember, with acute pain, that being a mother is a hell of a hard job. One of those days when teaching a tiny little person how to grow up into a functional human being feels next to impossible, and when I inevitable end up hiding out in the pantry with a lot of chocolate, using everything I've got left not to break out the wine. One of those days when I put on my favorite sweater and drink copious amounts of coffee to celebrate the fall breeze, in spite of a failed walk around the block (read, intense meltdown because I won't let her [jane] get hit by a car).

I love her.

(Wearing pink rose sweater, H&M cami, American eagle jeans I cut off and vintage flats)