Some days I have the patience for this mommy thing. And some days I don’t.
Some days I’m fully in the moment and can enjoy the little side trips my kids take on the way to the car. Some days I want to scream “Seriously!? Car- now!” only with more profanity.
Some days I find my kids rambling stories adorable and charming. Some days I want to tell them to Just Stop Talking for 10 minutes so I can finish my book.
Some days I beg for hugs and kisses and can’t get enough contact with my kids. Some days I just don’t want to be touched again. By anyone.
Some days I make fabulous meals and we eat dinner like a family and talk about the good and bad things that happened in our day. Some days I make breakfast for dinner and turn on Phineas and Ferb.
Some days I have a handle on our crazy schedules- activities 5 nights a week? No problem. Some days I feel like I’m going to lose my freaking mind.
Some days my house is completely picked up, my meals are made from scratch and the laundry is done. Some days….oh forget it. There has never been a day like in my house- even before kids.
I love my life. I love my family. But today is just one of those days- you guess which kind!