I wish I could write the way Bad Mommy Moments can about bad days. A day that includes every button pushed and every nerve gotten too. A day which has painted carpets, chip crumbs, spilled milk, and hour old chili left in a bowl to dry and rot. A day where you know part of it is you and not them. A day when you dream about the days before babies and diapers, before husbands and compromise, before responsibility and housework. A day making you forget to laugh at a dance, to be excited over pee, to clap at drum solos, to gush about how smart, how cute, how wonderful the little ones are. A day when you can’t get online to even write about it.
Here’s to tomorrow.