This little baby turned three this week.

And sure, I was happy for him and all that, but having been so preoccupied wondering what I could possibly purchase for someone who has just barely cracked into their Christmas windfall, I hadn’t really thought about the significance of my son’s milestone until this morning when I was helping him on to the potty. Then it hit me.

Holy crappers, I have been cleaning someone else’s bum for three years. I haven’t had a lazy afternoon in three years. I haven’t slept through the night uninterrupted in three very long years.

Wow. If I can do all that, and still manage to get up in the morning, then I can do anything.

So thank you motherhood, you inspire me.