There was a text message that I sent to mama friends one morning and it spurred an idea. What if we all shared crazy moments in our days? Would it make us all feel a little more normal? grateful? Would it add some much-needed laughter or even pent-up tears after laughing? Anyway, it seemed like a good idea. Then I logged onto Facebook and saw this…
Seeing this confirmed my thoughts. Let’s share our crazy and get uplifted in the meantime.
This is the text.
Note to self: Never forget how hard it is to be a mom with a bunch of young kids.
The day starts when hubby’s alarm goes off at 5:20am, and then again at 5:30am, and then you wake up hubby. 6:15 baby wakes up let him talk in his crib until you get up at 6:40am. Throw hair in a messy bun. 6:42am start breakfast. 6:50am 16 yr old girl showering in front bathroom + 9-year-old boy pooping in the other=3 year old peeing in kitchen. 6:55am clean up Pee off rug, 2 kitchen towels a child’s apron, pajamas and his mini boxer briefs. 7:02am Ask hubby to change baby’s dirty diaper. 7:03am sweep ants off of my legs 7:04 sweep ants from under the table out the door 7:05am finish getting breakfast hot and then put ice in it to get it cool enough to eat. 7:06am find lunch boxes. 7:07am make lunches. 7:10am listen to boys complain about having melted ice in their oatmeal 7:30am style 2 boys hair. 7:35am clean oatmeal off of the baby, the baby’s hair, the babies chair, the babies bib, pj’s, the ground. 7:38am hubby pep talks me about lowering expectation of what I will accomplish today. He kisses us all. And the babies wave and yell as 2 big boys & hubby go to school. Followed by the teen. 7:40am wonder if the baby actually ate any of the oatmeal. 7:41am 1/2 way clean up breakfast. Put away lunch stuff. 7:43am clean up baby again after sticking his hand in the peanut butter jar.
8:05am 8:12am eat my nice cold breakfast 🙂 8:15am decide to start a blog about it
And some days are just like this!
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3 thoughts on “Swift Mama: My Hour of Desperation. I mean Inspiration”
You’ve met Mini-Me. You know I can relate!
My life feels like this on some days. But I don’t feel like I’m living the dream. I feel like my dream became my biggest nightmare. This week begins the fourth year and I still haven’t woken up. It’s not a dream; it’s my full-fledged, unbending reality. There is no husband’s alarm clock going off in the morning, no one to kiss me and tell me I’m okay if I don’t get it all done, no warmth, no encouraging words, and no conversation. Bottom line: I’m not sharing this mission, this deeply spiritual and compelling mission, with someone who created with me…or even someone who has entered it with me. That hollowness is enough to eat me alive some days. Most days.
Rachel, you know how sorry I am to hear this but at risk of sounding cliche… His mercies are new every morning. Those kids know how much you do and sacrifice for them. Some day they will look back and know even more. You are doing such a great job to go for your new dream. I guess you just need to see what that is.