On the Hard Days

To the mom who’s about to lose her mind,

You’re not alone.

Let’s imagine it’s a busy week for your husband – he’s worked the last 7 days straight and put in about 70 hours this week leaving you alone with a toddler and a newborn.

But you just stay home and play all day… Isn’t this what you wanted? 

I love my kiddos. Always will. But being around two kids under two for days on end with very little adult conversation (does the checker at the grocery store count?) can take its toll. And sometimes you will daydream about going to Starbucks to read a book that doesn’t talk about sleep schedules and drink a cup of coffee that doesn’t have to be reheated a dozen times. Or you’ll simply daydream of dropping a deuce without a toddler going through all of your bathroom cabinets.

It’s OK to have the “I love you, but you’re driving me crazy” days. The thing about childhood (and motherhood) is that it is fleeting:

You won’t always be dealing with blowouts and potty training.
You won’t always be given dirty looks in the mall when your kid is throwing a tantrum.
You won’t always have your hair in a bun and be covered in goodness knows what (has that spit up been there ALL day??).

One day your little one will be old enough to use the bathroom without your help, drive himself to school, and one day move out of your home leaving you with the cleanliness and quiet that you spent years dreaming about alongside a hole that will yearn to go back to the days of the threenager throwing blocks at his sister. Everything has a season, and there is beauty in that sentiment.

So, collect all the memories – from the good and bad days because you’ll miss them when they are gone. And on the really bad days , drive through a Starbucks put on a song that isn’t sung by the Mother Goose Club and remind yourself – this too shall pass.

Before I know it he's gonna be a teenager. Slow down, time! #motherhood #momlife #livesimply #liveauthentic #slowliving #letthembelittle #candidchildhood #childhoodunplugged #toddler #sahm

2 thoughts on “On the Hard Days”

  1. This is so important. My first born is now a Kindergartner and every time I look at her, I still see that fat little freckled baby who never let me put her down, even to use the bathroom. I miss it more that I expected when I was stressed out, dying for a piece of alone time.


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