sweater (under $50!) / jeans / belt / similar booties / hat
Well, I think it’s safe to say I have been on the struggle bus the last two weeks y’all. Last week, Brad was traveling 4 of the 7 nights, so I was single-momming it for a bit (major respect for single moms and military wives with kids). Then he was traveling last night too, and I got no sleep, and managed to burn the you know what out of my hand while curling my hair this morning. My curling iron had turned around when I set it on the counter and I didn’t realize it. So I reached down and straight up grabbed the hot part like it was the handle and picked it up, only to immediately drop it and want to burst into tears. It’s full on blistering currently, right in the middle of my hand, making it SO hard to do literally anything.
I am honestly having one of those weeks where I just don’t even want to be around people. I am incredibly tired (haven’t slept well lately), and just overwhelmed with a lot of things I need to get done. It’s making me short-tempered with everyone around me, especially my kids, who don’t have a clue. I’m in this constant struggle between knowing they don’t understand, and feeling resentful that they can’t recognize that I’m having a hard week. Obviously the latter is something I cannot expect from them, but sometimes it’s so hard to remember that they are only 3 and 4, when I need them to understand!
On top of that literally anyone who crosses my path and tells me they are tired, I am immediately annoyed with. Hear me out. I know other people can be tired. I know other people are possibly a lot more tired than me. But it is REALLY hard to sit there and listen to someone say they are tired or whatever when I’m sitting here having had the kids by myself a ton lately, with a burnt hand, and with whatever amazing cough/sore throat situation Mason has passed onto me.
You know that whole “moms can’t take sick days” thing? It’s so true. When other people are sick, they stay home from work. I can’t do that. My work is at home. There are days when I almost wish I had to go into an office just for the peach and quiet, and to have a day where I only have to worry about myself. Just as I was typing this post I had to get up three times to get juice, lunch, a snack, something. Each time I sat down I was maybe able to type three words before someone had another request.
There is really no purpose in me writing all of this for y’all to read aside from just needing to vent. I am obsessed with my kids, and I know other people have much bigger issues in their life, but sometimes mom-life is hard. And I don’t think our society does a good job of being honest about that. What I mean is, it seems like a lot of moms feel shame for “telling it like it is”, for disclosing that their day may not have been full of sweet baby kisses and playing outside on a gorgeous sunny day. Sometimes your day is full of your three year old making constant awful sounds that equate to nails on a chalkboard (if you saw my story on Instagram last night) and your four year old constantly screaming at him telling him he’s too loud.
Anyway, I’m done now. Mommas, if you need to vent, drop a comment here, because I FEEL YOU!
xo, Loren
Photos by Julia Arceri Photography
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