Today was one of those days.
That kind of day that blissfully reminded me that motherhood is hard as a mother.
Ha, coincidence? Nope. Not at all.
What started out as a typical day quickly turned into a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Remy has been a mess the last few days and decided that today would be a great day to cry all. damn. day. My nerves were shot, my patience was at -2 and my arms and back feel like I carried a bowling ball for the last eight hours. The only bit of sanity I got was on a trip to Target. But let's be real here, how relaxing can a trip to Target be with three kids in tow? At least Remy slept and I kept Cohen and Lola occupied with slushies and pretzels. Hey, aren't they supposed to be selling wine there soon?
Anyways, within in minutes of returning home I'm pretty sure I heard trumpets sounding in the background as my husband walked through the door to save me.
I'm not quite sure why I didn't pour a glass of wine - or four- with lunch today.
But as I put Lola to bed tonight and was doing our usual goodnight routine, I was reminded that tomorrow is a new day. Whatever was on my to-do list today can be attempted again tomorrow. I can prepare for an extremely fussy baby tomorrow and plan on a better way to handle it so I can still give Lola attention while Cohen is at school.
We can try it again and choose a different outcome.
So when motherhood is a mother, I need to remember - there's always tomorrow.