Reclaiming my home

I spent most of the day making a new gate for Maxwell in his room. Max has exceeded my expectations and is now able to out think the baby gate that has kept him at bay when needed. As a result, I have not been able to keep on top of the mess he creates. Hence, the need to create my own gate. I finished the gate for his room, but it came with a downfall. It is a few mm too long. I will remedy this tomorrow, but for now it will have to do. I will make sure to get the other gate shorter and account for the hinge I will be adding. I just hope it all works. I hate feeling defeated, and I hate feeling like I cannot keep up. So, tonight my living room is clean because I was able to get Maxwell to sleep in his room since there is a gate capable of keeping him in his room.

With the feeling of not being able to keep up with Maxwell I end up wondering what my purpose as a mother and a human begin is. Surely my existence is more than just picking up after children all day long and making sure they are fed? :) At this moment I cannot articulate what I am or who I am, but I know what I am.