Let me start by saying I love being a Mom. It is, by far, THE best job I have ever had, and I am so fortunate to be able to stay at home with my babies. That being said, that doesn’t mean that all days are glamorous. In fact, there are days where my kids suck the life out of me. Yep, I said it. I love my kids to death, and would do anything in the world for them, but some days they push every last button I have and I short circuit from all of the chaos.
Don’t get me wrong, most days are wonderful and having the privilege of watching my kids grow and discover the world is a beautiful thing to witness. I’m talking about the days where everything builds up and you just crack. Let’s be honest, as Mothers we can handle A LOT, but everyone has a breaking point.
I’m talking about the days where it’s day 6 and your hair has yet to be washed for the week. It’s jammed so full of dry shampoo by this point that your hair follicles ache, and you’ve had it in a mom bun so long that it would probably stay in a mom bun even if you took the rubber band out.
The days where your kids simultaneously break down at the same time, and then continue to have a crying contest to see who can tantrum louder.
The days where you get one sip of each of the 75 cups of coffee you made in hopes of finding some sort of energy to survive the day.
The days you literally eat NOTHING all day, and by the time you actually have a chance to sit down and eat dinner, you’re way too nauseous for food.
The days where you seriously contemplate grabbing the wine instead of coffee at 7:30am.
I’m talking about the days your Toddler attitudes SO hard, you swear your head spun on your shoulders exorcist style.
The days you are counting down til nap time, but it also happens to be the same day that nap time doesn’t exist.
The days where if you hear the Paw Patrol theme song one.more.time. you seriously contemplate going “Office Space” on your TV.
The days where you lock yourself in the bathroom for a woos-ah moment … more than once.
The days you run the other direction as soon as your spouse comes home, let him deal with the crazy for a while.
I’m talking about the days you are certain you weren’t cut out for Motherhood.
The days you want to give up.
The days you finally get the hot mess express to bed only to miss the little turds once it’s quiet.
I’m talking about the days that are so incredibly insane, you aren’t sure how you survived.
Yes, some days my kids suck the life out of me, but they also put the life in me, and I wouldn’t trade my days with them for the world.