I have taken a hiatus from writing over the past month.
Most people would refer to it as a writer’s block. Truth is, I think it is more of a writer’s funk.
I can’t really pinpoint what has gotten under my skin. All I know is that my cheerful disposition has vanished.
It could be that my oldest son had knee surgery a couple of weeks ago and it has completely changed the dynamic of my house.
Or maybe it’s that I am missing the care-free days of summer when we actually had sunlight past 6 p.m.
The tipping point could be that after all of these years, I still have to remind my kids to brush their teeth and to use shampoo when they shower. Really?
Truth is, being a mom is the hardest job in the world. As much as I love being a mom to my boys, sometimes it just becomes completely overwhelming and I just want to stick my head in a hole.
I often marvel at the moms that seem to have it all together. Their house is always clean, they always have time to do their hair and make-up, and their kids are greeted at the door with warm cookies after school. You know who I’m talking about.
But the truth is, sometimes I think that those are the moms that we have to worry about the most.
I know that these moments are fleeting and that I will look back at these times with great admiration. But sometimes being a mom is just tough and downright exhausting.
I love my children more than life itself, but there are days that I truly understand why certain animals choose to eat their offspring.
I would like to say that being a mom is always perfect, that my kids are perfect and that they always shine a ray of sunlight into my life.
But the truth is, that would be a lie.