Mama said there’d be days like this. Yesterday was one of those days I read about in blogs all the time. You know the ones: stay-at-home-mom is flustered and exhausted; she just needs a break. See, my kids weren’t themselves. One was home from school for 2 days because she was sick and the other had what I’m assuming was cabin fever from being stuck in the house with her sick sister. Misery, whining, fighting, and crying all came together to create the theme of the day: frustration. This mama couldn’t deal. I found myself feeling alone. Tired. Aggravated. I raised my voice. I shut down. I put on Netflix and let it play for hours because I didn’t have it in me to do anything else. I counted the minutes until nap time. I wasn’t my best self. Far from it.
But then I remembered you, Dear Reader. See, my life isn’t all rainbows and butterflies, despite what the images on my blog may portray. There’s no glitz nor glamour in the day-to-day. Not even close. I try to keep it real in my content and captions but I can’t possibly share everything. Who can? There’s not enough time in the day. And who would really care if I did, right? It’s my fourth week home full-time and the learning curve has been a challenge, to say the least. I know I’m not alone in the crazy because you have bad days just like mine. Maybe with a little less Netflix. You have days where it seems things would be easier – better – to do something else. But, like me, you’re grateful for the opportunity to devote so much time to your family – even if you want to scream and run away when the heat rises. As crazy as my sick and cabin-fevered kids made me this week, I’m beyond thankful that I got to be home with them.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this, really, so I’ll leave you with some encouragement – even though I’m really talking to myself here. Some days are really fun. Some days are really hard. All days are worth it. Every day we get to spend with our families – no matter how hard – is a gift. Working mom, stay-at-home-mom, work-at-home-mom, whatever-the-heck-you-want-unlabeled-mom – we’re all just doing the best we can. We’re not alone. We have each other. We’ve got this.
Jen Hatmaker summed it up better than I ever could:
You will never have this day with your children again. Tomorrow they’ll be a little older than they were today. This day is a gift. Just breathe, notice, study their faces and little feet. Pay attention. Relish the charms of the present. Enjoy today, it will be over before you know it.
Yesterday was hard. Today might be, too. Tomorrow might be better.