Also: why is it so much easier to be cheerful when things are challenging? I much prefer survival mode, when I expect things to be difficult and am therefore not surprised by the unending, repetitive nature of mothering work. I didn’t feel particularly frustrated while Carl was gone this week. I expected it to be a lot of work, and I ended up having a lot of fun too.
But somehow I always forget that Saturday is exactly the same as Tuesday, and Iris will need to have her diaper changed just as many times on the weekend as she does every other day.
It’s the moment I unconsciously expect to catch a break that gets me every time.