I am writing another selfish blog post. A post because I’m at the tip of the mom iceberg. Because I just can’t.
So cliche of me to use that term – just can’t – but it feels like the only way to explain my life at this moment.
I thought about possibly not writing this post at all, because I would sound like all I did was complain. But hey, we all need some time to vent and this is much cheaper than therapy.
And I also thought, you know, there might actually be another mom out there reading this post that just yelled at her 3 year old to GO TO BED for the sixth time and will feel a little better knowing she isn’t the only one.
I feel like lately, when one mess is cleaned up, another one immediately appears. When the baby is crying, the dog decides to vomit on the new area rug. Then my preschooler hits the dog with a foam sword. The dog then backs away from the preschooler and knocks a glass of milk off the table onto the floor. And oh yeah, someone is ringing the doorbell who will have to wait 17 years until my kids move out for me to answer it.
I know, you think i’m overreacting, but have you ever lived with an eight month old, an absolutely insane three year old, a 75 pound black lab, and a husband that is currently the head coach of a high school baseball team so he gets home very late from games every night?
Disclaimer: I love that my husband coaches baseball. He loves it and he is good at it. We normally go to all his games and I let my crazy preschooler run off his energy, but tonight we couldn’t go. I did just get a text they won their game in ten innings!!
Baseball season always makes me a little crazy. I’m usually flying solo and this baseball season in particular has been tough. I had mastered it with one kid. But now that I’ve added another child to our clan, shit’s hit the fan. Not literally. Yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if it did.
This time of year, both my kids look really dirty. I swear I give them baths, but dirt just appears out of thin air on them. The dishes don’t get done right away. I let a LOT of things slide but I hate it when there are dirty dishes in the sink. I mean, the dishwasher is 6 inches from the sink. But the good old sink has stayed pretty full lately. With dishes that haven’t even been rinsed.
I like to think of it as survival mode. I only perform the necessary tasks so the house doesn’t burn to the ground. I keep the children alive and enough clothes washed for the week.
And today was the pinnacle of my descent into I just can’t. I worked late, picked the kids up from my mom, realized I had made a mistake about dates my husband and I were supposed to take a trip by ourselves to Chicago which means we have no one to watch our kids, got home and unloaded the kids into the house still in my heels and work dress.
The baby was screaming because it was time for his bottle. My preschooler kicked his rain boots off and starting yelling that he didn’t want to go potty even though I had not even used the word potty. The dog looked at me and barked because it was past due his dinner time.
I made the baby his bottle and fed him while attempting to get the dog his food. I then moved to the couch so I could sit while feeding him. My preschooler announced that he was never using the potty again and started to fake cry. The dog started barking because he finished his dinner and wanted to go outside. The baby started crying because in the mess of it all I took the bottle out his mouth to let my other son know he would have to potty at some point in his life and if it was on my new rug I was not going to be happy.
This continued on and on. And is actually still occurring as I write this. My three year old will not go to bed. He keeps walking into the bedroom to tell me it’s time to go to sleep.
And I just realized that I didn’t even eat dinner tonight. I managed to feed the kids and the dog but fell short when it come to feeding me. And honestly, I’m too tired to go downstairs and even warm something up.
So that’s it. Nothing else. No moral to this story. Just telling you that I just can’t at the moment. Thank you for listening to me vent. I will return to normal after baseball season has ended.
Until Next Time,
Jamie
I can’t even 95% of the time either so…hang in there!!
Oh girl, I’m hanging!! 😂😂😂
9mo old, very independent, strong willed 4 yr old, 11 yr old, and 13 yr old. ALL GIRLS. Husband with a job that he works a lot of hours and sometimes weekends. A 10lb dachshund who thinks she’s a pitbull…. And miraculaously, I also work as a nurse… I’m totally right there also…I can’t…and if I could I’m still to tired.
Wow. You’re a saint. You deserve some sort of award. And a vacation.
Lol! I feel like all moms feel like this at times. I have a 10 month old and 4 year old who constantly wants to play with me with tiny toys that the baby can’t have. I just keep saying to myself this too shall pass. It won’t be this hard forever!! Just for now ! It will get better ! !
It will get better, but geez, it is really hard right now!!
Samesies!! Daughter is 3.5 years, other daughter is 7 months, I’m nursing her, 85lb lab German shepherd mix, and THREE CATS. We loved away from family over two years ago and have to constantly rely on each other. You basically just described my life except let me tell you something, DO NOT GET CATS. They’re cute and all, but the freaking litter box and the fact that they want love sets me over the edge on a daily basis. Maybe it’s all the other things, and maybe I take it out in the poor cats, but like I used to be a “Cara person” and having a dog and kids has made me loathe them LOL LOL. Never in a million years thought I’d say that. But reading this was real and funny. my husband used to coach high school football. I was never as positive about it as you are. Even with just one kid. He gave it up for a variety of reasons but girl, only a coaches wife understands what a coaches wife understands. Our lives are parallel. And I miss you! WESTERN WOOT.
Luckily the baby is allergic to cats. Praise Jesus or we would probably have one. We do live parallel lives. But I don’t know how you do it without family help. Miss you too!!! RIP TGI Friday’s.
Thanks for being so honest! I think we all feel this way often and try to hide it because of the pressure we get to always be “perfect” and to appear to have it all together. There are times when we need to acknowledge life is HARD and let ourselves take a moment to just sit back and breathe. Treat yourself to some “me” time, even if it is a short bath with some candles and a book. You deserve it!
Thank you! I’m trying to find some “me” time but it’s hard to come by!!
Thank you for writing this. This is me like 99.999999% of the time. I can totally relate. I have 5 kids, it’s insanity in my house.
You are a rock star. I legit would be in the looney bin if I were you!!!
Thank you for this post! I just randomly searched “mom fail” in Google tonight in hopes of finding something just like this. Two boys, 1 is a year and a half, the other a week and a half. Today was grocery day and while normal people have just one household to shop for, I also own a restaurant so when I go shopping, I go SHOPPING. It took me 2 hours to put my groceries away. I had 5 bags of groceries. 5. 1 grumpy newborn. 1 stubborn toddler. 1 lumpy old dog. 1 needy cat. And my husband was in school until 10. I needed to see someone else had a day like this. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m still coping with the ever-present mom guilt for yelling at my sour-patch toddler who likes to hit/kick me then gently grab my face, sweetly say hi then kiss me, but you have definitely made me feel better 🙂
It makes my heart so happy to know I could help. ❤️❤️❤️ You aren’t alone!! Your life is completely normal, no one talks about the bad times though. Except me. 😂😂😂
It makes my heart happy that I could help you! You aren’t alone, it’s just that no one talks about the bad times! Except for me. Haha! You got this! I know you have to be crazy overwhelmed. Some days will be good and others will just suck. But you aren’t alone in this!