These boys, they literally tear me to shreads but somehow they are the reason I get up each day and put myself together. They make everything more complicated but make everything 100x more fun. They test my limits to the absolute max and just when I feel like I can’t take another second they wrap their arms around me and give me a sloppy kiss. I’ve been shamed in the past for a post like this and sharing my take on parenting but at the end of the day everyone handles things differently. If you find parenting easy then maybe this post won’t relate to you (and that’s fantastic, I’m beyond happy for you) but for those of you who are struggling just know that you are no less qualified than someone who is cruising through it. I was born to be a mother, I love it, I love them and I love every shitty job that comes along with it. But for me this week has been hard. I’m touched out, I’m lonely, I’m craving adult communication and I can’t wait for the moment my husband walks through the door (in 3 weeks) so I can regroup. If you’re finding this gig particularly hard right now just know that these stages will pass and you are definitely not alone. Love to anyone who needs it💜 ...
