We've all had them.
Days when we feel like we are 2 seconds away from running away.
And by running away, I mean calling someone (husband, mom, friend) and letting them know, in a calm but serious voice, that you will be leaving your house in a few short seconds.
What about the kids?
That's why I called you.
You're not taking them with you?
No. They've been screaming all day. Refused naps. Threw their food. Drew on the wall. Peed in the floor. Hit me in the face. Made me cry. They're the reason I'm running away.
I'll be right over.
Thank you. By the way, the house is a wreck. Dirty laundry, dirty dishes. The living room, the bathroom. I'm not even going to describe the state of my bedroom. Please hurry.
Ok, where are you going?
Well, I was going to just get in the car and drive as far as I could. But I'm too tired for that. I think I'll just take a nap. And maybe a shower. Did I mention that I need you to hurry?
Am I right?
The days we feel like failures. To our kids. To motherhood. To all of mankind.
You know what I think?
I think we are putting too much pressure on ourselves.
The house should be spotless. Empty laundry baskets, not overflowing with dirty clothes. Spotless sinks, not piled up with dishes from last night's dinner....and maybe the night before that...and also from breakfast and lunch. Clean floors, not covered in toys, stained with spills and smudged with tiny footprints.
Stop. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Stop letting others put pressure on you.
One time, I read something along the lines of "When I'm frustrated with my kids, don't tell me how fast time passes. Don't tell me how much you wish you could go back to where I am right now."
Why is that not ok? Why is it not ok for a woman, who has been where you are, to tell you that time passes far too quickly?
As a mommy of a 2 year old and a 4 month old, I'm here to tell you....
Time has never passed so fast.
We wake up in the mornings, and before I know it, the day is over and we're going to bed.
It's like trying to hold water in your hands.
These days are going to be gone before we know it.
The days of hearing little footsteps...the same ones that leave smudges on the floor.
The days of filling up sippy cups...the same ones that spill and leave stains.
One day we'll have time to wash the piles of laundry and the dirty dishes.
One day, our babies won't need our constant attention.
Because they won't be babies anymore.
Let's kick the expectations and pressure to the curb.
Let's give ourselves a little grace.
And if you still feel like running away sometimes?
Call your husband, call your mom, call a friend....
Ask for help.
Take a hot shower and a power nap.
And when you wake up, enjoy every second of your babies, being babies.
You'll have a spotless house one day.