When I started this blog one of my goals was to be real about things. So here goes:
I’m struggling today. I’m struggling big time. Being a Mom is so darn hard. There is nothing horrible happening in my life right now. In fact I feel bad even writing this post because from an outsider my life is about as good as it gets – two healthy babies, a great husband, 12 weeks of stay-at-home-momming it – yet despite this I’m struggling today.
Last night was a long night. Mitchell can’t get to the pantry because of the baby gates so I spent about 5 hours being his personal line chef. He spent the whole night crying because he was hungry to then crying because he was full. In between he would shower both of us in a spit-up bath to try to find the happy medium. It took him the whole night to find it. Poor little guy. By the time I got to bed it was time to wake up and I’m yet to brush my hair or wash my face. Our plans for the day got scrapped and instead I chugged the largest cup of coffee I could find and we shifted to survival mode.
So now I’m using the always amazing nap time break as a chance to eat chocolate and get real on the blog because I have a feeling I’m not the only mom who has struggled like this. I have a feeling I’m not the only Mom who has felt overwhelmed, exhausted and just downright ready for a break. And I have a feeling I’m not the only mom who feels bad feeling even feeling this way because we’re so darn lucky to even be Moms.
So when these two little ones wake up I’m hitting the Reset button on the day. I’m going to brush my hair (thank God!), throw out the frustration, push past the tiredness, turn on Pandora (because who can resist being in a good mood when 80’s music is blasting?) and make sure that my babies have a better mom for the second half of the day than they did during the first half of the day.
I don’t know what to tell you to avoid these struggles, but I think the days like this make the other times even better. But if you’re struggling today hang in there. Drink a coffee, find some chocolate, turn on some tunes, or just lock yourself in the bathroom for five minutes and breathe. You are not alone (literally because I’m guessing your kiddos are banging on the bathroom door by now). But truly, you are not alone in feeling this way. Being a mom is just about the hardest job on the planet and it may not come with a manual but we all have a reset button… you might just have to look for it buried beneath your layers of burp cloths.
XOXO
Erin
