Long days

This mama is tired.
I haven't trained anyone to work at my store since this time last year and I had forgotten how exhausting and demanding it is with just one, let alone FOUR new people. By the end of my ten hour shift I am exhausted at best and would love nothing more than to curl up on the couch for a hot date with Ben and Jerry and reruns of the Real Housewives.
 But instead, I come home to this:

And suddenly everything about the day is more than worthwhile and I will spend the next few hours playing, bouncing, feeding, bathing and watching this gorgeous little Monster fall fast asleep. 

It never ceases to amaze me that I created her and that she is mine. 

And it doesn't matter what happened that day, be it a crappy customer (or five) or that my numbers aren't where I want them to be, or that it appears that my entire team's morale has dropped considerably while I was on my maternity leave and I am left to pick up the pieces - it is all soooo worth it. 

Sometimes I loathe the fact that I am a working mama. To be honest, I didn't think I would want to stay home but giving birth to her changed me. I thought I was a business woman