Those days can seem endless but do go by fast and believe it or not one day you will wish them back.

Thank you, Thank you! It is so comforting to realize that even you, who seems so perfect to me, can sometimes lose it. Now I don’t feel so bad about the times when it sometimes happens to me!

Linda – that was so touching…you are such a talented writer.

“and all I wanted in that moment was for him to feel/just as miserable as I did”

It is too often like that of us too. And I wonder, what kind of a person punishes a child for being a child?
We are all thrashing around, trying to figure this out, trying to figure ourselves out. And no one told us how hard it could be.

Powerful writing!
I hope you (all) have a better week.

Wow! That was amazing… you have put into words what I feel myself. Thank you! I know I’m not alone in this motherhood journey. But when someone else can put what you are thinking so eloquently it makes me realize I’m not the only one with these feeling. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m sure that was really hard to write.

My husband doesn’t understand why I read so many blogs — this is why. So I know I’m not alone in these feelings.

Yes Yes Yes to each and every word. Do you live in my head?

Yes Linda, we absolutely, with every cell in our bodies, understand.

Exactly. It’s nice to know that maybe I’m not the only one that feels this way sometimes. I feel sometimes like I am wasting away the best times of my life because I get frustrated. He’s only 2 1/2. I need to understand that better. Please help me understand that better…

Perfect description of my weekend! Thanks for allowing us to read your poetry!

Very good and very true you hit the nail on the head again. I don’t know about everyone but I sure have been there done that and I feel the same way at times like that, thank you.

Thank you for being so honest and for expressing so beautifully all the emotions of motherhood. It’s soooo hard and I’m glad that I’m not the only one that feels that way.

We must have had the same exact weekend.

Oh, I do understand.

Wow. Thank you for writing that. I feel like it should be printed and framed and hung in my brain.

Jesus Christ, were you in my head and my house this weekend?
*trying not to cry at work*

I do understand, completely and utterly to the core of my being.

This has been my life for a few weeks and I’m still searching for the magic solution that will help me find the light at the end of the tunnel. The one that will tell remind me more often of the other side of the coin.

I understand. MUAH!

I think we could be friends.

Thank you for putting this into words. And the feeling of “that voice” and the look on your childrens faces…oh how I hate it and feel so awful afterwards. So nice to hear another mom admit to her imperfections.

This is my first time commenting…this post is EXACTLY why I keep reading.

Thank you for this.

Yes. I understand.

I understand. What you wrote? That was a perfect distillation of what goes on in my own head and heart nearly daily. Thank you.

Amen!

exactly

For about the 50 million-th time you’ve put what I think into words. Thank you so much for this post.
You MAY have just put a little tear in my eye. Just a little teeny one.

It is so hard sometimes, isn’t it? I have two under 28 months and sometimes (rarely, but still…) I yell so loud it scares me. Retrospectively, it makes me feel like shit. Thanks for understanding and sharing.

Wow – if only I could say it so eloquently. I feel exactly the same way, thanks for making me feel like I am not the only one stuck in what some days feels like hell.

It’s been said already … but
Exactly.

I understand. Oh, how I understand.

I hate myself when I yell. It shouldn’t make me feel better that you messed up too, but it does and I sincerely thank you so much for sharing this and reminding me that I’m not the only one who messes up and that the other side of the coin is absolutely beautiful and magical. Feel better.

well, shit, here I am crying at lunch time, while my 3 little ones are counting cheese cubes instead of eating them.
I share with the other commenters- it’s like you were in my head. I beat myself up every day for not being kind enough, patient enough, understanding enough…all the while I feel like my ‘real’ life is on hold while I do everything for my kids. Some days I can hardly imagine the next 15, 18, 20 years of my life. Some days it feels like… well, like you said, a jail sentence. How can I raise my children like this? I wonder if I need to be medicated.
I need a hug. So do you all.

I understand and I don’t even have children. You are an amazing writer, Linda, and the fact that you let all of us into your heart is generous and cathartic for all. As a matter of fact, your words often make me want to be a mother, even these. Because I know that though it is the most difficult job of all, if it made me a stronger and more intuitive person, as it seemingly has made you, then the reward is worth it.

I’ve met my Russian dolls and they are not pretty.

Thanks for writing this.

Oh Linda, I understand.

Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I hated the mom I was on Sunday, but it helps so much to know I’m not alone, and that it’s okay, and that we just have to keep trying.
Thank you so much for your honesty Linda.

Beautiful — and thank you for articulating the honest truth of how much love and pain can exist in the same head/heart at the exact same moment in time.

It really can be a soul sapping job to care for humans. The wife, mother, bringing home a paycheck to a nest you dearly love but feel you out to be paid MORE to even walk through your front door given all that awaits you on the other side. MY GOD do I understand.

I also find it particularly taxing on my whole being to mother correctly for a boy. It seems everything involving the Y Chromosome is kicked up a few million notches leaving me in a tailspin of despair, vexation, unfathomable love & broken record of OMG STOP IT NOW, now! NOW! STOP, hold on, one sec, BE PATIENT!

There are so many joyous peaks in my day but almost just as many seconds that are equally frustrating. I hate myself for sometimes having that heart dropping trepidation when I hear his RAGE filled scream after a nap to be picked up. Then it melts away when I see how happy he is to see me.

GOD. Emotions, too many of them.

Not to utterly geek out on you, but a quote from Steinbeck always stuck with me and I apply it to motherhood: “A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.”

I hope your spirits are lifted soon :)

AMEN. You have such a way with words. I think you just said what millions of working moms go through daily.

Thank you!!! Its so nice to know I’m not alone, you have wrote exactly how i’ve been feeling lately.

Me too, man. Keep on keepin’ on.

OMG, I must frame this because like others said, it was like you were in my head too. I am constantly telling myself to be in the moment, we will blink and they will be gone, but I have such a hard time actually doing it. You put it so well. Thank you for your honesty. It feels good to not be alone.

Thank you for your post today. I have been feeling exactly like this lately. Your words “This weekend I felt like I was pacing in my
life like a zoo animal trapped and wild-eyed” describe how I am feeling right now. Thank you for your honesty and ability to put your feelings into words.

I hear you sista and we had a Sunday like this and I kept trying to be less angry and more glad and I struggled and I did not succeed each time but I did most of the time but OH my I know how you feel.

Our Saturday ended with my 9 year old saying that if she had to make a list of the worst days of her life, Saturday would be at the top. It was all because we were trying to clean the house after a long stressful week of working and the kids just wanted our attention after a long week of school and daycare. This is the reality of parenthood and it affects the kids, but they bounce back and we bounce back until we do it all over again. I have been thinking how often parenthood has pointed out how very selfish we (and by we I mean me) can be. It’s nice to know others are feeling and experiencing this too.

I love how you can put into words the feelings we “normal” mom’s have. Thanks for being so real.

Beautiful, true.

Eerily familiar.

BOOKMARKED.
Thank you.

Thank you. (working mom to two – 4 yrs and 8 months).