Day Twenty Four- Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This

Sometimes, I feel like this:

Having three kids under 3 is no walk in the park. Some days I feel like ripping my hair out or screaming at the top of my lungs; I'm tired, sore, in pain, annoyed and exasperated.

I try, really, I do. But it really feels like the bad days (and nights) outnumber the good. And I constantly feel like the bad mom.

But there is hope.

SJ is sleeping in longer chunks, so now I'm sleeping longer.

I'm feeling more rested in the morning, so I wake up feeling refreshed.

I'm taking my time working out my nursing woes, therefore I am healing.

I focus on the love that I have for each of my girls so that I can cherish these precious days.

I take deep breaths and smile, so I feel more calm and at peace.

I hear Piper tell me that she loves me and I see Samantha running up to me to give me a big hug, so I know I'm doing something right.

Oh sure, my mom has warned me of the woes of children, but she also has enlightened me of the joy of children as well.

And those days of joy are the ones she said I would have.