Being a mom is hard. I don’t mean “I could really use an
extra cup of coffee” hard, I mean “I could really do with a glass bottle of wine…and maybe a shot of tequila”
hard. It’s exhausting, nerve wracking, frustrating, often thankless, and always
messy. The days tend to drag on, nap time is never long enough, and when five o’clock
is slowly approaching I tend to start counting down minutes until my
husband/tag team partner walks in the door.
I know, I sound like the biggest pessimist ever, but bear
with me.
Being a mom is confusing. Just when you reach for that
extra cup of coffee because your twins have been up and crazy since roughly 5am,
one of them climbs up on you, snuggles up and says she just wants to sit on
your lap. When you feel like you’re a slave to your toddlers, and all they do
is demand things all day with that same mean look that your husband says that
you get, and you just give in because it’s easier than a standoff that you know
you will lose; one of your precious little babes grabs your face and gives a
huge kiss and that ‘thank you’ you have been hoping for all day. When you are
cleaning up 4th spilled cup of Cheerios for the day, and all of a
sudden there is a little hand helping you put the dropped cereal back in the
cup. And the big one, when you keep looking at your watch to see if bedtime has
magically rolled around since the last time you checked…HOLY COW! It’s finally here! You
get through your bedtime routine, teeth are brushed, jammies are on, kisses are
given (again, and again, and again…) you finally get to sit down in the quiet,
and roughly two sips into that glass of wine you have been thinking about all day…you
miss your kids. The house is suddenly too quiet, and all you want is the noise that’s
been giving you a headache all day, and those kisses that you had to steal. I know
it’s crazy, but that’s how it works.
Being a mom is wonderful. It’s the most rewarding job I have
had or will ever have. It’s the hardest job you will ever love. It’s really the
best job ever.
Now, you made it through another week. Give yourself a pat on the back and go pour yourself that glass of wine...you deserve it.
