When Motherhood is a Mother

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

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.


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