My life isn't always cheerful and humorous. I spend the majority of my time doing the same tasks over and over again. I am tired a larger part of the time. There are days where I whine all the way from the top of the stairs with my mammoth basket of dirty clothes down into the laundry room. Every once in a while I burst into unexpected tears (like when I change Max's sheets in the morning and notice after his nap that he dumped his sippy all over the crib mattress and I have to change the sheets AGAIN) or yell at no one in particular just to get my frustration out.
It is hard to remain calm. That moment when your tiny little sweet toddler throws a tantrum which results in food all over the kitchen walls, floor and ceiling.
It is hard to be a good role model. That time your elementary school child caught the attitude bug and you heard yourself in her snippy tone.
It is hard to be selfless. In the dead of the night you hear your baby crying. Stumble over the oblivious husband and go see what's the matter. Spend the next hour and a half calming baby down.
It is hard to smile sometimes. Your child is super excited about... oh God, I don't know, is that a book or something? You just wanted to finish paying the bills online. Not happening now. Take a break and listen.
It is hard to be patient. Your meal, which is always made last, has to sit on the counter getting cold while you give your infant an emergency bath after his diaper explosion.
While there are limitless obstacles in this race, it is impossible to regret my career choice: Mom. No matter what the crazy, insane circumstance is, I still LOVE my husband, my kids and my life. I might bite my nails with anxiety over the bills or cry while I scoop buckets of water off the bathroom floor, but this is worth it.
My baby woke up now and is crying upstairs, so I have to go. :)
It's definitely worth it.
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