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.
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:
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.