Being a mom is hard. It’s stressful. There’s time that you want to run away and scream because your baby won’t stop crying. There’s days when you want to abandon everything you believe in because in that moment you have convinced yourself that you “just can’t do it”.
The worst is when you’re sick though. I’m struggling with mastitis…again. My head has been pounding for the past 3 days. I feel like I’m going to throw up. My boob hurts, and the only thing that I want to do is sleep. But I’m a mom.
That means I can’t sleep. That means I get to pretend I’m not sick. That means that when I hike myself to the hospital my baby is coming with me because I can’t find a sitter. That means that when Jayce naps if I choose to take a nap or relax, I’ll end up feeling guilty for not trying to tackling the mess of dirty clothes in my overflowing laundry basket. When my dad comes home for lunch, he will want me to make him lunch, and he’ll complain about the dishes that are not done.
Yeah, being a mom is hard. But never getting to take a break when I feel this crappy is harder.