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Too Much Stress: Mama Said There’d be Days Like This…

Too Much Stress: Mama Said There’d be Days Like This…

Some days, I’ve got too much stress.

 

School is cancelled this morning.

I already stress ate a dozen sugar cookies and it isn’t even 8 am.

Send help.

 

My husband has been working overtime. This means, as a work-at-home mom, I am working overtime. I don’t see him and with the amount of exertion it takes to get four kids out of the house, most days I don’t see anyone above the age of four either.

Some days it’s glorious. I don’t even look in the mirror. I take care of my home, laugh with my kids and get teary-eyed when they learn something new.

Today is not one of those days.

As a mother of six-month old teething twins, I don’t sleep. You might notice blogs posted at 2 am because I have been up every 4 minutes and 30 seconds since 9 pm and thrown in the towel on rest. Some mornings I am already up drinking coffee at 3 am.  This was my sleep pattern last night:

sleep patter teething babies mrs momy mack

Let’s just say this creates a hostile home environment and too much stress.

When the amount of sleep you get in a day is the mere total of blinks in 24 hours and then you have four children demanding all the things, you get a little terse. Right now, I am hiding in my room and just having the cat rub on my body looking for attention is sending me into a blind rage. I can hear my kids begging my husband for milks, shows, pens, artillery and I can feel him inching towards the door, afraid to bother me but more afraid of the demands of these four terrorists.

So far, today, I have experienced:

  1. Three broken Christmas bulbs.
  2. One broken coffee mug (at which point I believe my three year old learned the term “cocksucker.”)
  3. Uncorking constipation in two babies.
  4. Being shit on twice.
  5. PMS
  6. Realizing since I quit breastfeeding I have lost three cup sizes.
  7. Cried in memorial of my breasts.
  8. No tampons. Had to dig out giant pads from last labor and delivery stay.
  9. Kids decided the dog needed a Christmas list, so now I have to squeeze in another shopping trip this week.
  10. Forgot to hide that fucking elf.
  11. Dog peed on my diaper bag. Probably pissed I didn’t already have him considered in my Christmas shopping.

Did I mention it’s 8 mother-fucking am?!

All I want to do is hide in a dark movie theater and fall asleep with warm nacho cheese dripping off my chin.

Instead, I have to go back in there and start the day or restart the day since it hasn’t even officially begun yet.

Oh, just take a day to yourself, you martyr, you’re thinking.

Yeah? And then what? Did a fairy come in and wash my laundry/dishes/kids while I was gone? No? Sweet. Now I have three times as much work when I get back.

It’s a vicious cycle.

So, like all moms, I must sit here, scream a menagerie of curse words into my pillow, Google “cleansing breaths,” try a couple and head back in there. I might not have a smile on my face quite yet, but I am ready as I’ll ever be.

These are the days we wish to get back, right?

RIGHT?!

 

Comment below with your worst parenting days to make me feel better!

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