Timeout

Today was...stressful...and....frustrating. I was trying to clean and the kids were just going bonkers. They were crying and being fussy..and for a moment I was hating hearing the word Mommy. ((GASP)) That sounds so horrible to say, and as I'm writing this I'm thinking how awful to even think such a thing...but honestly...for a moment that's how I felt. I vented a little with a close friend and felt better,,,I also took a timeout and just breathed. Slowly, in and out. I've come to realize that I'm not and will never be Superwoman, and that's okay. My house won't always be spic and span. There will always be dishes to wash, laundry to do, meals to cook. It's the emphasis you put on things. The number on my priority list. I think I've given more importance to those things than the ones that truly do matter. 5 years from now, I won't remember if all the laundry was done today, but I will remember that Jace hurt his ankle while wrestling with his cousins. They're my priority. So, I may not be the best Mommy in the world but to them I am, and that's what matters. I just have to remember to breathe and enjoy all the little things...'cause time flies and onee day I'll miss hearing,"Mommy!" Peace out, guys. Love Always.