Momin’ Ain’t Easy

To those of you who float through day to day with your Bento box snacks, homemade pies made from scratch, and immaculate homes, I CALL YOUR BLUFF!

My home is littered with toys, discarded sippy cups, and smells faintly of vomit. My eyes are gritty and droopy and my back hurts from sleeping on the couch for a whole week just in case I need to jump at any moment to catch projectile vomit. The stomach bug has taken it’s toll on my home. It. has. been. Hell.

Who am I kidding though? Even when the veil of sickness isn’t hanging over us, my home is still scattered with toys and my walls and floor boards are dinged from a little boy who plays wild and doesn’t quite yet know how to express his emotions to the rest of us. He is in his terrible twos after all. A phase I once believed to be an excuse for moms with bad children when my daughter was that age. Or perhaps maybe it’s just me who now has the bad child. Not bad, just flawed like his mother, with overwhelmingly strong emotions…

Soul crushing emotions that bring you to gasping sobs when someone speaks harshly to you. Anxiety that the world is hyper focused on your every flaw and judging you for every move you make. You desperately want social interaction and friends, but more often than not, when the opportunity arises you come up with an excuse to avoid almost every event you are invited to.

Being a mom is tough. Whether you work 40+ hours away from your family, stay home, or someone how juggle working at home. Being a mom takes so much selflessness that at the end of the day sometimes there’s nothing else to give to the one who so desperately needs you, yourself. But you drag yourself to bed praying for just a few hours of rest before you wake up and start all over again.

Momin’ ain’t easy. If it is, I truly believe you’re not doing it right. (Or you have way more money than I do and can delegate your workload to nannies, house keepers, and such)!