Being a mom

So…being a mom means food always on your clothes (although you never have time to eat), only partial make up on, searching for your jewelry…searching for everything really “did I put it here or did the kids move it?”. Saying the same things multiple times until you think you’re crazy for saying the same thing multiple times, because who continually says the same things multiple times like they will finally listen because you said the same thing multiple times!! Taking a drink of something alcoholic to get through the unhappy happy hour in order to finish the home stretch into bedtime. Realizing that you have actually reached a point that you can kind of understand your mom (something you never thought possible). You realize that when you thought your mom was crazy, or paranoid, or bipolar, or all over the place or annoying, she probably was because…you and your siblings made her that way!  

 

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