Dearest Zo,
First of all, I don’t care what anyone says: I think those tracksuit pants look lovely. I like how you’ve teamed them with a knit (and a bra! Fancy!), so that people will take you seriously.
Now. How are you?
I gather from the tears and the chocolate that you’re maybe still getting your head around this whole newborn thing. Zozo. This is perfectly normal. But I think that maaaaybe that is part of the problem: you didn’t know what would be normal. In fact, you had no concept whatsoever of what this first three months would be like! Who friggen does? No one.
Here’s why:
A. It’s impossible to adequately articulate the astronomical upheaval that a newborn brings with him or her. Friends with kids just kind of look at you with their eyebrows raised and say, “Life will never be the same again, that’s for sure!” before laughing nervously. This is partly because they know it doesn’t help to say that it is FULL ON but also because they have completely forgotten what it’s like. Just as nature intended; B. You were too tunnel visioned on labour/birth to pay any of this shit any mind; and C. You
