Those who know me know that I love my kids. I love being a mum. But it doesn’t matter how much you love something; sometimes you’re going to have crap days. It’s ok to have a crap day. Or even a crap week. Heck, sometimes you even get crap months.
Sometimes the only thing going through your mind is the reminder that this is a phase, a stage, it will pass, they will grow up and be reasonable humans one day… Sometimes you’re not enjoying every moment; you’re tapping your foot, sighing, impatient for each moment to be over, to move on to the next moment, a good one.
One day, Evelyn will finish teething. One day, Elspeth will stop testing boundaries and my patience. The day is not today. But that’s ok. Today will pass.
I hear that. I often have to pause and remember that they are only young for a short amount of time [even though it sometimes feels like they will *never* be sensible adult humans….]
Hang in there.
Some people never do become sensible adults; that knowledge is disheartening! haha
I know that it does not seem so, but just coping is all that is required of life. Life does not demand that you be wealthy or envied or even happy. It only demands that you survive. So today, no bonus points but do not feel that you are moving backwards or in a negative direction. Trust me, you don’t need young children to feel this way though I know they can take you there faster and more often.
What does not kill you DOES in fact make you stronger. I know there are many jokes that refute this but the idea is sound… what you survive will give you strength for all future tests. A good parent thinks as you do… it will pass and they will become leaders and pillars. This short time of pain is the payment for it. Breathe…. be.
You’re right, we just need to get by! Of course, actually enjoying it is nicer… but non essential.
That gets me through a lot, remembering that nothing lasts forever. Even if it feels horrible. I hope you have a moment to relax with a warm cuppa
TEEEAAAA!! I have a cup now. 🙂
I hear you 🙂 Just gotta keep riding it out. Nothing in life is perfect, let alone perfect 100% of the time. I love you for not pretending it is. God I hate people who pretend!
I have seen a lot of pretending. Right from the moment I became a mother, everybody pretended to me that it should be 100% perfect 100% of the time! I call shenanigans!
If you run out of tea let me know and I’ll scoot some over.
I have an excess of tea, which you are always welcome to come and help me deplete! 🙂