Being that Mom

Hello!! Gosh it has been forever.

I started my new position in neurology and life has taken a huge turn.

There is not enough hours in the day to do what I need to do. I work from 9am to 9pm. There is just enough time in the morning to get the kids ready and send them off to school. Then I’m off to work and don’t see them again until the next morning. It has now become a big job for my husband to fix dinner and get the kiddies to their activities.

On my days off I try my hardest to make up for the time I’ve missed. I kiss and hug the kids more than usual. I make their beds and tidy their rooms. I also make our dinners and enjoy those moments together.

However somehow deep inside of me I feel I am not doing what I am meant to be doing and I get distracted. I get so worried and worked up about the things that need to be done that sometimes I really mess up and become “that mom.” The yeller. The impatient crazy woman yelling at her children.

I don’t feel that I am the kind that yells at her kids in the Wal-Mart, telling them to shut up and speaks very…trashy…but close.

Why does this happen? Why do I become this impatient monster. My kids are good kids and they deserve a good mom. The nice sweet gentle ones that wear aprons and have something yummy cooking all the time. That have the time to read bedtime stories and run nice warm bubble baths. Do these women exist anymore?

Where are these moms? I don’t even own an APRON!!

Time goes by so quickly and we only got one shot at this parenting thing. One shot.

I hope that as my children get older, they realize that yes, mom was one crazy lady at times, but she did care and love us alot.

I care and love my 3 little marshmallows more than anything. I just lose focus sometimes.


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