Cohen is having a meltdown over juice. Ezra is cranky and won't nap. I got very few hours of sleep last night. The dishes are piled high in the sink and the laundry is endless. The crying is taking it's toll on me and it all seems so overwhelming and I just want a break.
And then comes the guilt.
The guilt that says this is what you wanted. You said you would be happy if you got to raise your children. These are the days you were waiting for. You said you would give anything just to hear your child cry.
Sometimes I'm thankful for this little voice in the back of my head. It helps me keep perspective and to be able to sort out when I'm just whining and need to change my attitude.
Other times, I want to stomp on this voice. Yes, I did say those things and I am so thankful for my babies and that will never change. But, I'm only human and parenting is hard. Some days I just want to be able to be frustrated and tired without the guilt. I'm a mom just like all the other moms out there who face rough days.