Real life looks like this currently: red koolaid spilled on (thankfully) an indoor/outdoor rug. I mean, don’t get me wrong – it still sent me into tears because it’s just been that kind of week. I took a much-needed nap with the baby and when I woke up, Jude and the neighbor kid thought it would be AWESOME to make a snocone stand complete with red Koolaid snocones that they made in my kitchen and then ate and subsequently spilled on the rug. And then I cried because seriously, it’s my own darn fault for not watching them closer.

Too busy of a summer schedule + not enough sleep +  not enough alone time sans children +  discipline issues with the oldest +  found the dog eating a dirty diaper (NO) + some anxiety + neighbor kid who always wants to make a huge mess = meltdown.

I feel like there’s not enough of me to spread around. Someone needs something all the time. And I want to be giving all of me all the time. But could we petition whoever to get more hours in the day?

So here’s to all you moms out there. I raise my glass of iced tea to you – may all the bottoms be wiped, all the messes cleaned up, all the mouths fed, and all the laundry folded. And may you know that there’s another mom out there gets it and wants to give you a big hug.