This is why

Being a mom is hard. I often think to myself, "I have a college degree and yet the extent of my energy each day is spent making macaroni and cheese, scrubbing hands, counters and dishes, and locate missing Batman sunglasses." Is it the outright disobedience, the whining, or the ability a three year old has to make a complete mess of something I just spent two hours cleaning that does me in? Take your pick. I have to remind myself that I'm the adult and can only control how I respond to the chaos. At the end of some days I am just so grateful to be able to go to sleep and hopefully start out fresh again the next morning.

Like I said, being a mom is hard. At the same time, it is so awesome. I wouldn't want to miss any of their firsts or silly things they say. This is why I have kids:

To see the random positions Hannah can sleep in. You'll notice Hannah's 'plumber' diaper, and yes, she puts the blanket over her face every night despite my efforts.


Marvel at her ability to learn to crawl up the stairs.

Kiss Hannah's cheeks when she makes silly and cute faces.


Praise Tyler when he does such a great job at swimming lessons.

Let him ride what can only be called an unsanitary "Duckephant" because he was such a trooper shopping with me all day.

Help him make "crazy" hair.

Let Tyler make a mess eating a treat just to hear him laugh.


Thank you Tyler and Hannah for always forgiving me when I'm the one that has a hard day. You both are the reason I have great days. I love you!