I'm definitely Grumpy

"Some days I do yoga and don't yell at my kids. Some days I scream at them while eating cake over the kitchen sink. It's called balance." - @katiebinghamsmith


Hello my pretties!


Motherhood.  


The pressure of having a tiny, fragile life dependent on you for safety, emotional support, love, survival, food, shelter, and....and....and....everything. Their huge eyes, so trusting. Trusting you are capable of God-like power.


Ultimate control over these helpless creatures can humble us or inebriate our ego. I don't know which side of the fence I'm on; the idea of spending my day with people who won't brush their teeth or bathe or eat anything except candy without coercion makes me want to curl up and pull the blankets over my head. 


Confessing my struggles to others was met with suggestions to ask moms for advice or read parenting books or some other third thing. What none of these sources address is how I'm supposed to parent when parenting feels unnatural and exhausting to me.


I love my children as people, I am happy they are in my life, but I have no idea what I'm doing. 


The best advice I ever got was to look my kids in the eye for at least fifteen minutes a day and converse with them. I can do that. But how do I stop feeling suffocated?


I just want solitude. For days I want solitude. And if I get a bit of time and my batteries recharge, it makes parenting so much harder when they're back. 


Atlas was not a man, Atlas was a mother.



Happy national Day the Music Died!



With love and hugs and cuddles and kisses,


Sophia Skyy

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