Or a glass of wine, or better yet, a day off. Today I have been counting the hours until naptime. I am just praying that both children sleep and that I can just lay down. I am exhausted and my patience thin. It honestly is one of those days where I wish I had a family member close by to just come for an hour and watch the kids so I don't totally lose it (those of you that have family close I want you to go ahead right this second and say a prayer of thanks to God for your family that helps you from time to time - you are truly blessed).
I hate days like this and it is days like this that I understand why some mothers struggle with being a mother. I no longer cast judgment on those mothers who turn to other substances to help them "get through it." Believe me, I don't think it is right, but I understand the feelings that bring them to a point where they don't think they can cope. This is a tough job - and ladies who do not have kids yet - they aren't lying. Being a mother is the toughest thing I have ever done.
Have the kids been exceptionally bad? No. It is just rainy, we are stir crazy, and I am sick of watching Calliou. I am tired and that pretty much boils down to the "bad day" and my needing a chill pill.
So after making a post about savoring the little things and being present, I get my first lesson in today where I find it hard to muster the energy to want to be present. Forgive my candidness, but I know I am not the only mommy that feels this way. Honestly, I am thinking of the single mommies right now. At least I do have help in just a few hours when my hubby comes home. Those of you that do this day in and day out on your own... my hats off to you! I truly don't know how you do it!