Yeah. Today. I am not really mothering. And I know… That’s sort of terrible because I survived cancer and everything, in part, because I love the crap out of my kids and want to make as many memories with them as possible. And now, I’m bitchin’ and moanin’ about their inability to fall in line. So I felt I should share that with you. Because maybe, you too, have days like this?
If you’ve been following the Littlest all this week via Facebook or Insta, you are fully aware that he is being a complete hot mess express. He is 195% taxing harsh on my gig. I mean, I adore the wee one to pieces but if the circus comes calling welllllll… I suppose I’d tell them I already have my own circus going. That would be the right thing, right? Anyway, what else am I whining about? It was my first solo week post-surgery so I’m more tired than usual, perhaps. And we’ve instituted a new chart regarding earning of screen time. Because I had a burst of energy two weeks ago and thought I had it in me to enforce said chart 24/7/365.
And today, welp… I totally said screw it. My retainer broke {Um. Yes. I mean. Retainer. Like I’m 16.} We’ve had 6 screaming fits between two children. All told, by my approximation, we’ve had at minimum 1.25 hours of screaming, flailing, throwing, and the like. I’ve talked to both my mother and one of my bffs on the phone for an extensive amount of time. I have no clue what to give these children for lunch and they haven’t asked yet. And the house looks a little like it’s been ransacked by the FBI.
I’m basically killing it today.
We are currently on my bed. I have my phone. The wee one has one pad. The Middlest is DJing from another. And the children are mostly quiet. So I am taking it for the silence that it is. And saying who cares to the chart {sorry husband} for a little bit because well, no one is screaming.
Why do I share this? Because I want you to tell me I’m a good mom. Just kidding. That actually isn’t why at all. It’s because I used to think days like today made me a bad mom. Or that, at least if I admitted it, I’d be judged.
Good news: BOTB is a judge-free zone. So mamas, let your skeletons out if you need to. Show off your muffin top. Embrace the lazy days of mothering if you’d like. And pay credit where credit is due, at times: to the glowing screen. Because mamas are just as human as all the other humans. So if Harvard comes knocking on my door to do early recruitment of these kids today, I guess it will be my #momfail moment.
My first-time mom self would hate me. And I know I may just be perpetuating the stereotypes of SAHMers. But. Whatevs. For today.
So, an hour until nap time. And it’s Friday. Foggy London Town seems to have come to stay, at least in my neck of the woods. And my bed, filled with two big mama feet and four little boy feet, feels like the perfect way to make it through the chaos that is sometimes present in the Land of Motherhood.
If you are a mama who can’t imagine mothering this way, that’s cool with me. I still love ya. If you are a mama who mothers this way every day, I still love ya, too.
Also. I just peppered the baby’s belly in kisses. And he giggled profusely. So, I suppose we’re not in too shabs of shape.