Motherhood is Hard, and Some Days I Need to Clock Out

It’s only 12:25 p.m. and I’m already done for the day.

That’s it, I’ve had enough. I’m punching the imaginary time clock and getting the heck out of here because if I don’t, I’m going to lose it. The “it” being my mind, my sanity, my cool, my sh” “…all of “it”!

“MOOOOOOM!! I can’t find the iPad!”

“MOOOOOM!! I need some juice right now!”

“MOOOOOM!!” I’m starving even though we JUST ate breakfast 2 hours ago.

“Ugh, Mom. You’re soooo annoying. I don’t want to clean my room!”

“Why do I have to help carry in the groceries? He never has to help do anything!”

“You’re sooooo mean to me! This isn’t fair!”


I don’t want to hear the word “mom” again for the rest of the day.

I don’t want to fix meals.

I don’t want to do dishes.

I don’t want to wipe butts and noses.

Jade North
Jade North
I'm the wife of one (sorry polygamists), mom of two, inching into the 3's (30s). Join me as I struggle to survive marriage and motherhood on limited patience and sleep. Laughter may ensue...most likely at me! Follow me on Facebook and Instagram!

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