When you were dating and in love, you probably thought about how great marriage with your guy would be. You would live a blissful life in fairy land with lots of kids. You would prove that as long as you’re with the love of your life, happiness can be constant and raising kids would not at all be difficult.
You then have kids and realize exactly how wrong you were. Everything you once loved and enjoyed are suddenly put to the side because you’ve got to cook, clean, take care of an entire household of people, while trying to find time for things that will help you keep your sanity.
The husband you were once so madly in love will suddenly become very annoying. Common complaints I’ve heard many times is, “he lacks the ability to show any appreciation for anything I do. Instead, he has no problem reminding me of the things I DON’T do enough of.” For some reason, your Prince Charming has the ability to change into a frog … every so often.
It becomes a common thing to see dust on an alarm clock once you’ve become a mom. You never actually need to be reminded to wake up, because your alarm clock will come from the shrieking sounds of the little humans you created.
So when you think it’s ok to have a few glasses of wine at night, you need to really think about whether or not it’s worth the pain you could potentially have the next day, especially if there’s a chance your wakeup call is at 5am.
During the day, you constantly look at the time. For some reason, it seems to speed up the moment the kids go off to school and then slows down as soon as they come back.
While they’re at school, you run errands, do a little work (if you’re an at-home working mom), laundry, and some cleaning if there’s enough time to do so. Of course you need a few minutes to take a breather and maybe have some coffee or do a little workout, if time persists.
After school, you’re fixing snacks, washing more dishes, getting kids settled, and even doing homework. Before you know it, it’s time to get some dinner prepared, get kids washed up, do a little more tidying up (to keep your husband’s complaints to a minimum), and in what seemed like a split second, your husband is suddenly home.
Everyone sits down for dinner, you get the kitchen cleaned up, sit down for a a breather (maybe have a glass of wine or do some more work), and then get kids ready for bed.
You’re preparing for the next day when you look at the time (again) and realize it’s already 9pm! You still have a ton of work to get done! So bedtime suddenly turns into 12am and sometimes far into 1am or even later.
Bedtime and then wake to the same cycle all over again.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE being a mom. In fact, I think the reason most moms would go through all of this, every … single … day is because of their love for their family. It becomes our priority and deep down, the one thing that actually gives us comfort.
When this becomes the everyday, all day, mundane thing in a woman’s life, she needs those soul cleansing moments to release and laugh about her crazy life with her friends.
This last weekend, my girlfriends and I made it a point to watch “Bad Moms” so we can see Hollywood’s reenactment of our lives as moms. And guess what? We laughed harder than we ever thought we would, because all of it was relatable.
“Bad Moms” is an absolute “feel good” movie to let all moms know they aren’t alone and that it’s ok to release our bad side every so often. We shouldn’t judge or be judged for the moms who feel free enough to do so, because deep down, it’s not just a desire, but a necessity.
The single, kid-free life was great. Still … I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, because at least now, I can appreciate the little things. In fact, my mom friends and I have learned to appreciate things we never would have cared about, even things like … whose finger bends the furthest 🙂
So go on with your bad self and go out, have fun, and be wild. You’re not dead just because you’re a mom. Let your hair loose and scream or laugh your heart out! Or just sit quietly and have a jug of ice cream. That’s ok too!