I'd be a liar...

 

Good Morning according to my new mug.

  I'd be a liar if I told you everything went according to plan today. Oh and there were plans. For that mountain of laundry. For the rolls of ribbon I have been hoarding since last Valentine's Day. For all the "things" that needed to be done.   I'd be a liar if I said they were all done with ease. If they were all done with enjoyment. If they were done at all.   I'd be a liar if I told you today was a good mothering day. It wasn't. And it was. Sometimes the act of just being mom is hard enough. Then to try and be a good one...   So today, I'd be a liar if I told you that I could make hair bows. I can't, I get too frustrated, my fingers cramp, they just aren't worth it. I'm hanging up my bow maker hat.   I'd be a liar if I told you I folded all the kiddos laundry. Folding clothes is the worst, but the kiddos clothes are an entirely different hell. I told my BF today that if there was a book "So you think you want to be a MOM", and it had a chapter on Your Children's Laundry, the first sentence would be, IT SUCKS. Why doesn't anyone talk about that?   I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't enjoy today. Because I did. Another day at home with my kiddos. A brief reprieve from work. An extra day for pjs and dirty hair. Extra time reading over breakfast.   The days are long, motherhood is hard, and sometimes crafting sucks.   But I'd be a liar if I said I didn't love it.