Let’s get one thing straight: I love my kids. They are my greatest blessings, they make my world go round, they give me purpose, yada, yada, yada. But some days, I get to the point (usually a few minutes before my husband gets home) that I think to myself,
[quote float=”none”]I literally can’t even right now.[/quote] Have you been there before? Please say yes.
If you have been there, these examples may resonate. If you haven’t…well lucky you. Enjoy a good laugh.
I literally can’t even right now answer another question. Like I just can’t. My four year old has always been inquisitive. Like super inquisitive. I try to answer his questions but my answers always lead to more questions. Let’s be honest, half of my answers aren’t even factual because I need to keep a set of encyclopedias on hand in order to keep up with his brain power. I just get to the point where I sigh an exasperated “I don’t know” and then tell him to ask his dad because “he’s an engineer, he’ll know.”
I literally can’t even right now make another meal. These kids. They eat all of the time. All.of.the.time. I spend at least 80% of the day in the kitchen, meal prepping and snack prepping (the other 20% is spent in the toy room breaking up fights.) When dinner comes around I am just over it. I used to pride myself on my cooking and having my husband walk into the house and smell something delicious that I pinterested stewing up on the stove. Now I just pride myself on the fact that I didn’t call him and have him pick something up on the way home.
I literally can’t even right now do another load of laundry. My kids are one half and one third the size of me. How is it then, that their laundry pile is 5 times greater than mine?! (The answer is markers, sand and the fact that my youngest refuses to wear a bib.) It’s not even the washing of it that I can’t handle, it’s the folding and putting away. There is just so much of it. Tiny socks that never have a match. One million washcloths because every night requires a bath when the weather is nice. They make disposable diapers, can someone not Shark Tank disposable clothes?
I literally can’t even right now handle taking a shower with an audience. There was a time in my life (over four years ago) that I had the luxury of this thing called showering by myself. It was glorious. I could rinse the shampoo out of my hair and not scream as I opened my eyes because the curtain was pulled open and a little face was looking at me. I could take a relaxing bath without someone standing at the side trying to climb in. I could shave my legs more than twice a week (who am I kidding? I never did that.) These things are no longer, a distant memory, a thing of the past.
I literally can’t even right now take any more sass. We are a family of all boys, which I thought protected me from any type of sass, attitude or talking back. I have realized that I could not be more wrong. There is sass in this house. So much sass. At first, it made me chuckle at the sign of my son’s independence. Now it makes me cringe at the glimpses of a hormonal teenage girl that he sometimes displays. Mothers of girls, you have my utmost respect and admiration. I don’t know how you do it.
I literally can’t even right now believe that bed time is still 3 hours away. 3 hours. That is an eternity in mom time. There is still dinner to be eaten, games to be played, baths to be had, stories to be read, and at least 20 minutes of getting out of bed shenanigans to go through before I am in the clear.
But you know what? Ten minutes into being in the clear, I realize I literally can do this right now. And tomorrow. And the next day. We’ve got this moms. Even when it feels like we can’t even!
