Here’s what I’m sure most any stay at home mom will tell you: there inevitably comes a point when with hands thrown up in the air (and likely with a child’s poop stain on your clothes) you declare it — I.Can’t.Take.This.Anymore.
Like, enough becomes enough.
The snack retrieving, Dinosaur Train watching, ahem butt-wiping becomes all a bit too much.
You wonder if you’re really still human or if you’ve now morphed into something else. A “good day” includes showering and brushed teeth and there’s the possibility that maybe air-drying your hair has become less about energy savings more about just who you are in this stage of life.
So I fell prey. I believed it, too.
On one hand, you have Pinterest-perfect moms talking about how they discipled their kids while feeding them free range, breastfed kale. On the other hand, you have moms taking to Facebook to gripe about what their 2 year old smeared on the wall this time.
Both kind of make you cringe, right? The first makes you throw up in your mouth a little bit, likely with a side of jealousy. The second makes you annoyed that “she” can’t just get it together and yet secretly happy that you’re not the only one. [Read more…]