This is a real, in-the-moment picture that my husband snapped of me a while ago after my toddler was acting like a maniac and doused me with ALL the water from her bath and then channeled her inner aggressive Houdini as I was trying to get her PJs on. I was sweating and annoyed and I lost it. Like real tears.
And now as we do the Sunday shuffle getting ready for tomorrow, that place feels so familiar. My kids are bouncing off the walls. Nobody wants to CTFD. I still have dishes to wash from dinner, laundry to finish, toys to put away and writing deadlines for TOMORROW.
These mommy meltdowns happen to the best of us and I’m here to tell you it’s ok. Find me a mother who says she’s never experienced this feeling and I’ll show you someone who’s completely full of shit.
You’re allowed to crack. You’re allowed to get frustrated. You’re allowed to cry. There is zero correlation between any of that and how much you love the little animals that drive you to this point. You are doing A LOT.
Don’t get caught up in the need to always hold it together. Sometimes we fall apart because we’re human. And you know what else? I think sometimes it’s even ok for our kids to see us feeling vulnerable and a little defeated. It’s reality.
So, I don’t know who needs to see this right now, but fall apart if you need to. Cry. Sob. Scream into your pillow. Whatever. Just let it out. And then breathe. When you’re ready, pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. And get back to that laundry because god knows it’s not going to fold itself. 👊🏻#