Motherhood.

It's my drug.

I'm addicted to it.

I feen for it.

I need it.

It makes me all sorts of happy.

It makes me all sorts of crazy.

I turn into this whole other person.

Sometimes I like her; sometimes, I don't.

Sometimes my family likes her; other times they don't.

Occasionally I'm a rockstar, and on the other days, well, I'm just rockheaded (so I'm told).

Certain days I'm convinced that I must possess quite a few superhero attributes, but, at times, I just feel bewildered, somewhat delirious, and, well, inescapably deflated.

I'll do anything to ride the blissful high more regularly.

I'll do anything to keep this crazy, mind-fudgin', but blessfully transformative thing going because

I feen for it.

I need it.

It's my drug.

It's motherhood.