I know how you feel.
You are tired.
Tired of the seat belts and the sippy cups and the diapers and the marker on the wall and the tantrums and the Caillou and the food on the floor, and now that we are moving into winter, the hats and the boots and the mittens and the gloves.
Oh. The fucking gloves.
You are tired of having your patience tested.
Of having to think about every single word that comes out of your mouth.
You are tired of the lack of privacy.
Or total absence of it.
And while you love your kids to the moon and back
, you feel guilty.Because although you wouldn’t trade your children or motherhood for anything in the world, sometimes there are days where you would just like to walk out the front door and keep going.
Find someplace peaceful.
But someplace where you can have some interaction with a human being who relates to you rather than one who depends on you.
Because you are lonely, too.
You were prepared for the exhaustion, but you never really anticipated the loneliness.
And there are times where you don’t know if you are going to make it.
Times you want to throw in the towel.
Times you feel like a failure for yelling or crying or just wanting to give up and escape.
You’re not. You’re human.
Being a mom is fucking hard, but you will make it.
One day that moment you’ve been fantasizing about will arrive. Without warning.