This was one of those moments. It hits. Motherhood is hard. Going through chemo and cancer is hard. And I just want a break.
The “witching hour” is what I call my husband’s final hour of work when the kids all seem to act up at the same time and I desperately look at the clock waiting for his work day to end so he can help with the craziness.
The witching hour also coincides with dinner time making it all the more hectic. So here’s what happened yesterday.
I somehow broke one of the burner handles and in the process, accidentally turned and left the burner on leaking gas into the kitchen. Chris thankfully was able to quickly turn the burner off with some tools.
Speaking of broken things, somehow the sprayer in our kitchen sink will got stuck and the regular sink won’t turn on when this happens. As I was scrambling to get dinner ready I keep forgetting this and the sprayer would spray water all over the floor every time I turned the sink on. Another mess to clean up.
Then I stupidly filled a small pot full of pasta thinking it was big enough and it really wasn’t so not all the pasta was cooked when it was supposed to be done.
Bryce was very fussy so I ended up holding him while Alice also cried and wanted attention and so I sat and took this selfie of the 3 of us which ended up perfectly capturing the exhaustion, frustration and fatigue of motherhood some days.
Sometimes we are laughs, smiles and happiness. Other days there are tears, pouts and sad faces. But despite those bad and rough days, motherhood is still the best job. The most underpaid job ever, but one I would never ever trade, even in moments like this.