It’s Been One of Those Days
I’m having a day. You know the kind. The one where you wake up with a headache, internally screaming, with only 30min to get your pee-soaked infant bathed and dress yourself for a professional Zoom meeting. It’s one of those days that isn’t awful, but it’s also not great. I’m having a lot more of these lately.
“It’s been one of those days for three years now”
My sister gave me a mug right after my second son was born (not even 3 months ago, mind you) that reads “It’s been one of those days for three years now” in trendy Rae Dunn-esque lettering. Can I get that tattooed on my forehead? No? I’ll just keep brandishing my mug on our morning walks filled to the brim with lukewarm tea — because I can’t ever seem drink it while it’s hot. In fact, my toddler accidentally spilled that very mug one morning before I’d even had a sip. His only reaction was, “Made a mess.” Yeah, buddy. Sure did.
That’s motherhood for ya. Lukewarm tea and lame apologies. It’s not the most glamorous occupation. Also, the pay is shit.
We’ve got 2 under 2 over here, and I’ve never worked so hard in my life. Truly. But I wouldn’t trade all the thankless tasks for anything. Time itself in this season is on a swinging pendulum, from pure bliss to pure chaos in a fraction of a second, and yet somehow I’ve never had more joy. What I’ve come to accept is that I certainly don’t love every moment of being a wife or a mother; but I love each of these people entrusted to me in every moment. And for now, that’s gotta be enough to keep us going. Just enough to brave another crazy, messy day.
