Confessions from a Thirty Something Momma

Being a Mom is hard.  Really hard. The demands on my time often feel endless. Most days I am drained and worn out, too tired to do anything I wanted to get to “ after the kids are in bed .” I’ll be totally honest and transparent here: I complain about way too much. I complain about the tantrums and the potty training. I complain about the exhaustion and sleepless nights. I complain about the diaper changes and endless mounds of laundry. I even complain about how many times I have to reheat my coffee (if I can even manage to prepare myself a cup)! To my dismay, I often realize I spend more time complaining about my tasks and the endless work of teaching my kids to share and obey than I do being thankful for the job of being a mother. If there was a contest for “Whiny Mother of the Month,” I think I would merit a nomination. I wish I was exaggerating. But I know I’m not. That being said, I decided to do something different. Instead of reading or writing blogs commiserat