It’s total bullshit how little frolicking I get to do.I was made for frolicking. I mean… right? I am writing this with music (Marsheaux) playing in one ear. The other ear is cocked, straining to make sure my daughter isn’t getting into any trouble in another part of the house. This is how I live my life – like so many moms I know – and after seven years I’m just now realizing how draining it is to my spirit. The thing that no one tells you before you have a child – seriously, no one tells you this – is how it feels when your time is not your…