Real talk
I’m hiding from my kids. YUP. Number of dishes I’ve washed today: a big fat zero Number of cake pops I’ve eaten: 2 I cleaned poop out of the bath tub. The kids have started that whole sibling rivalry, egging each other on constantly stage, and man am I in for it. Did I mention the poop in the bath tub? I have a bucket of toys and a tub to bleach today. It’s okay, I’m already wearing a bleach stained shirt. 👏🏼🙃 Guys, it’s madness over here. But I think they might actually be getting along, they’re building a tower together, so that will last approximately 30 seconds. Did you know that sitting on the kitchen floor is a great way to find all those spots that the vacuum didn’t reach? 🤦🏽♀️ Okay so I’m rambling. I haven’t talked to another adult in TOO LONG. But this is the real deal, the nitty gritty of this gig. Motherhood is hard. It's draining more so mentally than physically which often leaves me questioning just why am I so tired? It's not like I ran a marathon or had some rigorous exercise. I think that would actually leave me with more energy than I have at 5 P.M. on any given weekday with my kids. The fighting, snack fetching, and refereeing can get to a girl. Answering the same questions I don't even know how many times has me beat more often than not. Sometimes a "Mommy time-out" is ok. Sometimes, it's necessary. The kids will be OK. They will play together. Mine are currently playing dinosaurs and blocks while watching The Masked Singer, their new favorite because of all the music. (I guess regular music just isn't as cool since it's not being sung in fun costumes. Whatever works, right?) I know that getting to spend these years at home is a gift. I really do, I promise. But sometimes it's just unbearably challenging and frustrating. It's draining and taxing. It leaves me beat and begging for a few minutes alone. I would take a real grown up coffee break any day. The baby is currently crawling around with one sock. Two is too much to ask of her right now. Maybe it slows her down. The boy has made a fort under my kitchen table. Duty calls. Mom out.
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Megan is a stay-at-home mom to a stubborn and charming toddler and adorable baby girl. She is a freelance writer who hasn't slept in way too long.. She survives off of the pot of coffee her wonderful husband makes her FRESH each morning and any snack she can grab while keeping up with her little ones. Archives
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