There are times where I feel like I was very "misguided" or "hoodwinked" about this whole thing we loving call motherhood. I mean, (deep breath) this is hard stuff. It's not for the selfish, weak, easily tired, type of people. There are no sick days, and the benefits at time seem nonexistent. So I find myself at times thinking, "why do I do this?" And even more sick and twisted, why would I want to do it again? (not a announcement). BUT, at the end of the day...when they are all fast ASLEEP (that is the key part here), I find myself looking at them with an overwhelming amount of love. I do it all because they are mine, and I love them to pieces I tell ya'. Some moments are not so sweet, and right now it seems like those sweet moments don't happen near enough. But they are young, very young. And right now I feel like it's all about enduring. Some days are harder than others. But I am lucky. And on these good days I need to remind myself that. I'm not a perfect mother, but I am trying. And I love them very much (despite the hitting, crying, talking back, irrational tantrums, potty accidents, and general chaos)!!!
