Mother’s Day
I celebrated my first mother’s day yesterday (as a mom, I’ve been celebrating my amazing momma for 30 years!) I have to say that it was a hard day, but I am glad it happened the way it did. Let me explain...
First of all, this is not a post to bash Tom by any means. He works his butt off for me and the kids and I could not be more grateful for him. He will do anything he can to make sure we are taken care of. So, he arranged for a side job for the weekend to make some extra cash. No big deal, I figured I’d take the kids to our moms for the day and all would be good. Well, Saturday came and i was with the kids for 12 hours alone, it was a long day. We did get out of the house and went for a walk and to the store (by myself! 🙌) but whenever we go to the store we are a spectacle so sometimes leaving the house is just exhausting because of others comments. I don’t want to stop and explain to everyone our story and we always get asked the same questions. Anyways, that’s a whole other rant ;) so Sunday came and Tom said he just had a few hours to finish up. Perfect. Well, Elliott’s stomach is not doing well at all, poor guy is constantly in pain. He screams and cries and flails around until he can get comfortable for two seconds before starting it all over again. He would be difficult just as a single child but add in two more.. it gets hard. So Elliott was having an issue and Samuel had a fever, a slight one but we think he is getting teeth. His gums were swollen and he was just acting really off. So, then Molly who is usually my easy baby decided to lose it too.
So, it’s Mothers Day, and there’s always so much pressure on holidays. Why is that?! Some of it I know I put on myself but I feel like there’s so much pressure to have the perfect day, with the perfect husband doing all the work and the kids must be perfect, with the perfect photo op. Ugh. That just isn’t realistic, and especially with three babies! That is something I want to work on, just realizing that nothings perfect and that I need to just go with the flow. I’ll get there! Anyways- so the 4 of us were laying on the living room floor, all crying. Finally I just couldn’t take it anymore and I went to my room, shut the door and just cried on my bed. Pretty sure I couldn’t have felt worse in that moment about myself but I just couldn’t do it. Tom came home while I was in there and got the babies calmed down, then came to check on me. Ughhhh. I’ve never felt like that before. Like I was going to lose it. It was a tough moment.
We ended up just taking the afternoon to all calm down, and went to my moms for dinner. It ended up being a nice evening and like Tom told me “ you are still a mom tomorrow.” It’s true, and this morning the babies have given me tons of smiles and so far no crying ;) so I think they forgive me for yesterday, haha.
Not sure what the point of this post is but I guess I just want to remember this, because as it wasn’t the “perfect” day, it was a good lesson to me and a reminder to give myself grace. I am so grateful to be not only a momma, but a momma to Elliott, Samuel, and Molly. <3
First of all, this is not a post to bash Tom by any means. He works his butt off for me and the kids and I could not be more grateful for him. He will do anything he can to make sure we are taken care of. So, he arranged for a side job for the weekend to make some extra cash. No big deal, I figured I’d take the kids to our moms for the day and all would be good. Well, Saturday came and i was with the kids for 12 hours alone, it was a long day. We did get out of the house and went for a walk and to the store (by myself! 🙌) but whenever we go to the store we are a spectacle so sometimes leaving the house is just exhausting because of others comments. I don’t want to stop and explain to everyone our story and we always get asked the same questions. Anyways, that’s a whole other rant ;) so Sunday came and Tom said he just had a few hours to finish up. Perfect. Well, Elliott’s stomach is not doing well at all, poor guy is constantly in pain. He screams and cries and flails around until he can get comfortable for two seconds before starting it all over again. He would be difficult just as a single child but add in two more.. it gets hard. So Elliott was having an issue and Samuel had a fever, a slight one but we think he is getting teeth. His gums were swollen and he was just acting really off. So, then Molly who is usually my easy baby decided to lose it too.
So, it’s Mothers Day, and there’s always so much pressure on holidays. Why is that?! Some of it I know I put on myself but I feel like there’s so much pressure to have the perfect day, with the perfect husband doing all the work and the kids must be perfect, with the perfect photo op. Ugh. That just isn’t realistic, and especially with three babies! That is something I want to work on, just realizing that nothings perfect and that I need to just go with the flow. I’ll get there! Anyways- so the 4 of us were laying on the living room floor, all crying. Finally I just couldn’t take it anymore and I went to my room, shut the door and just cried on my bed. Pretty sure I couldn’t have felt worse in that moment about myself but I just couldn’t do it. Tom came home while I was in there and got the babies calmed down, then came to check on me. Ughhhh. I’ve never felt like that before. Like I was going to lose it. It was a tough moment.
We ended up just taking the afternoon to all calm down, and went to my moms for dinner. It ended up being a nice evening and like Tom told me “ you are still a mom tomorrow.” It’s true, and this morning the babies have given me tons of smiles and so far no crying ;) so I think they forgive me for yesterday, haha.
Not sure what the point of this post is but I guess I just want to remember this, because as it wasn’t the “perfect” day, it was a good lesson to me and a reminder to give myself grace. I am so grateful to be not only a momma, but a momma to Elliott, Samuel, and Molly. <3
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