Seriously. I woke on this lovely Monday morning and it was sunny and actually warm in February, which is a miracle in and of itself here in the Midwest. But I laid there, listening to my 1 year old repeatedly summon me on the monitor and my 5 year old destroy things in his room. Baby number three ,who is currently cooking in-utero, was kicking my side like soccer is his game. I don’t want to do this today.
I don’t want to be a grown up. I don’t want to be a responsible adult with neccessary jobs and valid expectations for the day, especially not a Mom on a Monday morning… Please, sweet Jesus. I want to stay in bed, eat chocolate, binge watch Netflix and drink lattes. Adulting pass, k thanks..
But instead, I make my worn down body rise and face the reality that comes with the beginning of every week. I feel like the Dunkin Donut guy, half awake zombie-style. “Time to be the Momma…”
And I would say today has gone pretty good so far.
*Yell at kids: Check.
*Cry for no apparent reason: Check.
*Sit and stare into nothingness while children destroy house: Check.
*Keep kids alive: Check.
*Frantically get oldest on the bus: Check.
Yep, sounds about right. I love my babies. With all my heart. But some days I just don’t wanna do it. Being a mom is hard stuff and serious work. We don’t get breaks unless we physically remove ourselves from the home and even then the invention of the cell phone has kept us captive to the husband’s or babysitter’s phone calls/ texts. My dear husband had a guys’ weekend this weekend, which I’m really glad he was able to make happen. He comes home and tells me how tired he is after a fun time with the boys. But staying up until 3 joking around, eating junk food and hiking in gorgeous nature do not equal the same kind of exhaustion that comes with changing poopy diapers, dealing with temper tantrums and cleaning up after 2 little hurricanes. It just doesn’t.
And why am I sharing this with you today? Authenticity, my friends. I’m being honest here and I have a feeling I’m not alone. I’m not the only Momma out there today who is thinking these same thoughts or feeling these same feelings. We get each other. I’ve got your back and I know you have mine. And I wanna let you know that it’s ok to not have it all together. It’s ok to be real and open and genuine because life is beautiful that way. Nobody wants to be friends with Mr. or Mrs. Perfect. They want to connect with others who understand what they are going through and are there to offer much needed support and love.
So I’m here, fellow Anti-Adulter! I hear your cry and if we were living by each other I’d invite you over so we could watch our kids create chaos together, drink coffee and smile. I’d lean over and say, “You are doing great, girl! Doing Monday like a boss.” And I mean it.
Because this is life, my sister. Every day real life. And I’m so glad to do it with you.