11/15/2025
"This is me. Right now. Trying not to pull my hair out. I have been trying to finish the laundry I started yesterday and do the dishes (we don't have a dishwasher because I AM THE DISHWASHER.) My oldest son is bouncing off the walls (literally, there is a frigging dent in the wall), my middle wild child just bonked his head while spelunking in the linen closet and now has an ice pack on his developing egg, and the baby - pictured here - is either starting to teethe or is testing out the theory that if she screams loud enough and for long enough that I will actually cry. CRY.
Getting anything done in this house is dizzying. I haven't showered, eaten, or even gotten dressed for that matter and it's already after 2pm.
And you know what? I don't feel in this moment. I feel frustrated and tired.
But that's what parenting is, right? It's this crazy journey that is mostly rewarding but pock marked by crappy days like this one. These are the if-it-doesnt-kill-you kind of days. I file these moments away in my heart for when I need to remind myself that I am only one person. Like every other mom, I am trying my best to do this right. And I totally screw it up at least a dozen times a day.
I won't ever color neatly inside the lines of motherhood, but I love my kids with all my heart. And right now while the sink is full of dirty dishes, at least one kid is whining, and I smell faintly of p*e and spit up (don't ask) that big feeling of love is all I got.
And I call that a win."
