With Mother's Day upon us (and the accompanying sappy "I love being a mom #blessed" online articles) I thought I should write a more real life post about what motherhood is actually like for someone like me.
Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom. Really I do. Just not so much in the crying "I want them to be young forever" way and more in the practical "I'm so proud you wiped your own bum today" way. Of course both kinds of moms are equally great and I truly believe we are the best mothers for the children that come to us.
But, regardless of the kind of mom we are, I think we can agree that motherhood is HARD and TIRING and AMAZING and HARD. If you're struggling with one thing or another, join the club. Let's commiserate together!
First things first: I'm Lauren and I live in New York City with my husband and three children: a 9-year-old who acts 17, a 4-year-old sweetheart, and a 2-year-old SAVAGE.
My 2-year-old son came out so adorable and so unbearably cute, but 48 hours in both my husband and I quickly realized that he was trouble. The kid does not sleep. He hasn't really slept well since the beginning, regardless of how we tried to sleep train him. He is who he is and there is no nurturing the nature out of him. It took me a while to accept him for the zombie child that he was, but I think I'm finally there.
I remember purchasing the book "Healthy Sleep Habits Happy Child" from Barnes and Noble when he was a month old because I was desperate. Guess how many chapters I read? Um, none. Unless reading half of the introduction counts? I was simply too tired to read. The irony is not lost on me.
This was my breaking point when I started asking for naps for Christmas. Screw real gifts. Give me a night by myself in a hotel room. That's all I really want in life.
I’m not a drinking woman, but I feel like my toddler could turn me into one.
My oldest likes to be a drama queen at inopportune times. Basically, 10 minutes before any major life event, such as school.
She is also really good at manipulating any situation to get what she wants when her younger brothers are involved. I'm not sure whether to be impressed or horrified.
I must say though, she is good about getting her chores DONE. When chore money is on the line, she HAULS. So there's that glimmer of hope.
My sweet 4-year-old son is getting really good at telling me “but Daddy said I could _____” or telling my husband “but Mommy said I could _____” The amount of vegetables he has gotten out of eating is astounding. Am I proud that he's figured out how to rig the system or more worried that scurvy miiiiiight be setting in? Still working it out.
I continue to not sleep well, not make it to the gym and not get things done. On the flip side, I've gotten really good at using dry shampoo, covering the bags under my eyes, moving the unfolded (but clean!) laundry from room to room, hiding ice cream in the freezer where my kids won't find it, whipping up a quick 15-minute dinner with miscellaneous ingredients and drinking my body weight in diet coke. #goals
While I still don't believe the old ladies who stop me on the street and say "enjoy it, it'll go by fast" I can understand and appreciate that they are that other kind of mother that I am currently not. Maybe I'll eventually transition over to that other side, but if I've made it to the end of the day without screaming into a pillow, it has been a good day. We can do hard things.
May your Mother's Day bring flowers, breakfast in bed, the reestablishment of personal boundaries and some uninterrupted rest.
What kind of mom are you? To read more about my adventures in parenting in NYC, visit LaurensLatest.com!