Where is the joy of motherhood at 5:30 am when my 1 year old is wide awake and rearing to go? When he was just awake 2 hours ago, FOR 2 hours before going back to sleep. Where is the joy of motherhood when he's throwing fits because I know he's tired the next day and it's been 7 hours since he's slept? Where is the joy of motherhood when everything is a fit, every little thing that's taken away from him, even if I'm trying to help him? Where is the joy of motherhood when you are too tired after baby goes to sleep to give a crap or to even take care of yourself? Where is the joy of motherhood when every ounce of freedom is sucked away from you, when you finally sit down to blog, make a video, watch something, work on your art, or heck even take a nap. You start or even think about starting one of these tasks during nap time...and the cries begin. He's awake. He needs you. You do NOT get to do what you so desperately wanted to needed to do. Your life do...