of the things that don’t really matter. Yup. Really, there is so very little that matters, yet there is SO MUCH that SEEMS TO MATTER A LOT. It doesn’t.
Since becoming a mother, I have said more than once that I’ve never been dumber. Literally, I have difficulty with basic recall of information, let alone square roots or finding the area of a circle. That said, I’ve also never been happier. I think the mother stupor that I find myself in could quite possibly be the best blessing ever…okay, Bennett is the best blessing ever, but…what a great side effect losing one’s mental acuity has been!
I find less desire to stress over the small stuff. In most cases, I’m not holding the lame grudges and worrying about the lame stuff I have in the past. My priorities are clearer. What’s important has been elucidated.
1. Family…my little, 3 person, 1 dog family.
2. Friends…the extension of my family that give us the fun we need at just the right time.
3. Forests…well, really ecological health, but…that doesn’t start with an F, so the alliteration of my list would have been shot.
The rest of things: work, grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, bank accounts,…they will work themselves out, more or less. No need for me to lose any sleep over them…I have Bennett for that! 
Haha! OK, time for bed, time to let go of wordsmithing this thing to perfection. In motherhood, the only thing that needs to be perfect is the amount of time you get to spend with your baby. So, off to bed for me now…our wonderful, cozy, co-sleeping bed!
