My head is pounding from lack of sleep, my stomach is rumbling from a late night snack that was not on my diet plan, and the baby is crying. It is 5:45 am and I am less than amused.
Are you thinking, “damn girl, maybe you shouldn’t stay up drinking?!“. If you are, then you are wrong.
I stayed up late to try and organize my coupons into my new organizer. Don’t judge, (It’s the little things in life that make me giddy.). The term “late”used to mean 4am but these days it means 11pm or maybe if I’m feeling particularly young I may make it till midnight. Oooohhhhh what a party animal. Welcome to parenthood.
This is my life and I am consumed by children and the day to day life that is filled to the brim with brightly colored noise making toys and snacks in the shape of fruit or fish.
There is no need to express my unconditional love for my kids because that is clearly evident. What may not be vivid enough is my volcano eruptions that happen from time to time because I don’t have any time for ME. Who am I anymore?! I don’t get to go to a 9 to 5 job and talk about adult topics. I talk about my favorite kind of diaper rash paste, the most educational TV shows and the best tasting string cheese. Today, I’m worn out. Today, I need a break from them. Today, I feel like running away and staying away until after they go to bed tonight. That way I can sneak into their rooms, plant a kiss on their cheeks and then curl up in my bed and go to sleep. I won’t have to coax them to eat their veggies, bathe them, play cars again, sing songs, read books that I’ve memorized months ago, and then clean up the house after I’ve put them to bed. No, in my perfect vision of my grand escape I will go and spend a little time in a fabric store or better yet, a shoe store, have a glass of wine with lunch, okay maybe two, then of course I will be able to nap on my very own couch. Yes, I actually imagine running away to my own house, it is empty in this daydream and is located right next to said shoe store and restaurant. I’m willing to admit to being a touch on the stressed out, overly tired, sick of peeing with company side of motherhood. But what mom isn’t?!
Sometimes I just have to let my volcano erupt, imagine the new peep toe platforms on my feet and get back to reality because I love being a mom, even if I am dodging Legos all day.
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