I love you, but I don't like you right now.


So, let's talk about how it's ok to not like your children 100% of the time. Before I continue, I'm not talking about hating your kids or wishing harm on them or neglecting them. I love my kids, I would die for them, they are the living embodiments of my own heart. But, when the devil decides to occupy my 2-year-old and only an exorcism will help, then it's kind of a lot hard to like her as she's being overly dramatic and scream crying in my ear. Toddlers are assholes. Unintentional assholes, yes, but assholes nonetheless.

As a SAHM, it's ok to not be happy all the fucking time. And, unless you're Mother Theresa, chances are you're not and that doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a real person.  I've learned that the parenting community often like to one-up each other. Like, it's great that your kid can say all these words, mine still toddler babbles. I'm still going to pat myself on the back because she's breathing and intact and I managed to keep her from severely harming herself at least 50 times throughout the day by repeating the word 'no' and giving her that motherly death stare.

I am happy with my life and I love my family to death, but sometimes I don't like them.