Mommin' ain't easy. | Tuesdays with Jacob

Mommin' ain't easy.

January 27, 2017

It's been one of those weeks. 

There was an incident at a restaurant involving a half chewed crayon and a blue mouth full of crayon shards. There were screaming fits at bathtime, screaming fits at bedtime, screaming fits in the middle of the night. There's a large wound on the top of Jacob's foot and we have no idea what caused it. There was laying down in the middle of soccer and acting like a wet noodle when asked to get up. There was an entire dinner plate full of food that ended up on the floor. There was blisters on toes, spaghetti sauce in hair, and marker on the wall. There was not enough clean eating and far too many donuts. There was stress, doubt, worry, and there was definitely not enough sleep going on in this house. 

I get asked every so often if things are really as easy and photo worthy as they appear on social media and I'm here to tell you, they aren't. For all the perfect moments we blog about (and yes they are real, authentic moments!) there are a million more behind the camera that never get posted for the world to see. For every yummy recipe there's a sink full of dirty dishes. For every smiling photo of our boy there's a tantrum. Our dogs are cute but man they can tear up a bin full of recycling like no one's business. And don't even get me started on the house ok? It's never going to be fully clean and organized like I want it to be.

It can be tough to find the positive in each day. Sure, on the good days, when things go according to plan - it's easy. But on those pull out your hair, scream into your wine glass days? Not so easy. It doesn't help the world is so negative lately. Everybody disagrees with everyone else about this or that and it's tough to find common ground. It's so easy to get yourself down when it feels like nothing is going right. When the laundry piles never end. When you just can't take one more episode of Bob the Builder. When you're all out of ice cream/beer/your coping mechanism of choice.

Regardless, I try my darn hardest to find at least one sweet moment in each day to focus on. A few days ago we had a particularly tough day. I rocked Jacob before bed and sang "Twinkle Twinkle" all the while praying he would go to sleep quickly so that I could finally relax with the latest episode of the Bachelor and some sangria. He was quiet and calm with his head on my shoulder, and I realized that he isn't going to fit on my lap like that much longer. I told him I loved him before placing him in his crib and for the first time his little voice whispered back "I love you too, mommy." I cling tight to that. To those tiny moments that make it worth it. 

Finding the good in each day IS possible, even if it takes a little searching. The days are long, but the years are short. And they'll only be small for such a little while. 

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