Sometimes my house is a mess. There are dishes in the sink and dog hair on the floor. The bed is unmade and the laundry isn’t done.

Sometimes I don’t get to shower, dinner is late and the fridge is short on groceries.

Sometimes there’s poop. Everywhere.

Sometimes calls go unanswered and emails go unread.

Sometimes there’s crying. Sometimes his, sometimes mine.

Sometimes there’s dog hair on the baby’s lips.

Sometimes I’m sure my heart is going to burst and splatter clear across the room when I look at him and realize I love him more than any single thing in this world.

Sometimes motherhood is an amazing joy.

And sometimes, it’s a milk-soaked tee-shirt at 4 a.m. and spit up in your hair.

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.