lets be honest.

Motherhood. Best job in the world. Nothing I'd rather do. Brings me joy. Deep satisfaction. Humbles me. My biggest blessing. My true love.

But......

In the spirit of honesty and hope that writing it down might be somewhat therapeutic, the last few days, its just been the pits!!

Nothing particularly horrible or even bad has happened. But. I am exhausted. I am worn out. I have headaches. I get yelled at by my 15 month old all day long. she is loud and opinionated and likes treats and candy and doesn't have a problem using all her waking hours to yell for what she wants. I get ignored by my three year old all day long. He is distracted and gets sidetracked and would rather play and live inside his wonderfully imaginative and paralyzing bubble than move or work, or help or put a coat on or really anything his mom asks him to do. he steps on me with his giant heavy cast and has mastered a ridiculously heavy, dead-weight, deafening  tantrum. My brain gets overworked by my 6 year old all day long. He is full of questions and stories and hypotheticals. He asks to read chapter after chapter and play game after game and has homework and a writing journal and a reading chart and I know this stuff is only going to get worse and more involved as the years go on, but right now, I am maxed out.

I feel like I never get a break. All day I want a nap and when night time comes, After I have hushed one million hushes and cleaned up throw up and done dishes and looked at the laundry on the floor that I'll decide to leave right there, I crawl into bed and blog instead of sleep. Because I don't want the morning to come quite yet.

I better end on a happy note and think about the way these three little munchkins bring me such bliss. and since I'm too tired to write about, I'll just look at these sweet photos.