Today has been, for me, one of those days that bloggers never write about.
Us blogger types try to only write about the good days that are filled with innovative ways to make cupcakes and Pinterest-worthy crafts that make us feel like mom of the year. We also love to snap pictures of our wonderful little cherubs as they so adorably munch on our latest quinoa sweet potato muffins, while guffawing over their adorable attempts at crafting sock monkeys.
Yeah, today has not been one of those days.
Today has consisted of my two year old attempting to feed her newborn brother a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (she was stopped before succeeding). It has been filled with me constantly reminding my 3 year old that the Yule tree is a cheap-o from Dollar Tree and cannot handle him climbing on it, despite his claim that he’s Curious George. It has consisted of screaming toddlers who were done with being cooped up indoors. And it has caused me to be so stressed out that my 3 year old literally said, “You actin’ like The Grinch, Mommy,”.
Yeah, it has been a pretty crummy day.
But even though us bloggers never write about these kinds of days, just know that we do have them. Not every day goes “Pinterest perfect”. In fact, there are more insane days, with the occasional glimpse of those gorgeous Pinterest cherubs, but mostly craziness.
All you can do at the end of the day is pick yourself up, wipe the boogers off of your shoulder that was left behind by a toddler, put the kids to bed, and pour yourself a glass of wine. You kept yourself and some little human beings alive.