Back Home Again in Indiana
Right now I’m exhausted. Other than a handful of nights, I haven’t really slept since January 22nd. Yet despite the exhaustion, I wouldn’t trade Boogser for all the sleep in the world. And that, I think, perfectly sums up motherhood: your tiny human puts you through endless pain and agony and you thank him for it.
Right now I’m stressed the hell out. Between the lack of sleep and Jesse’s grad school, I’m in survival mode – I haven’t cleaned the bathrooms in weeks and my life goals are all but forgotten. I’m trying to be nice to myself because I know that this, too, shall pass, but the perfectionist in me keeps yelling, “YOU’RE FAILING!”
Right now I’m living for Monday. We’re closed for President’s Day which means I’m taking Boogs to school, coming home to go back to sleep, and will spend the rest of the day doing whatever the hell I want. . .like cleaning the bathrooms.
Right now I am over the perfect moms with their perfect children. No one believes your children actually sleep through the night every night and don’t spend every meal throwing everything on the floor while loudly whining for more food to throw on the floor. You may as well admit defeat and join the rest of us taking 15 minute naps on the couch at 2 in the am before the screaming starts again.
Right now I’m thankful for the 10 minutes of snuggle time I got this morning while Boogs slowly woke up, a husband who knows when it’s time for him to “cook” dinner, and the lack of judgment I get from posts like these. Because motherhood is hard, but it’s a lot easier when we don’t have to hide behind a veil of perfection.