Supermom

I really think that moms are a like a super hero. Whe have all the capabilities of a super hero, we just dont put on the cape everyday. We are like Clark Kent, we stay incognito. Who else can wake up every single day and do the things we do day in and day out. We can fix any booboo with a kiss or a band-aid, stay up all hours of the night with a sick baby and still get up and face the next day. We do it all. I am saying this because last night I lost my supermom powers, I had a melt down. I was so upset and stressed my anxiety got the best of me. I cracked to the point that I was sobbing. I don't know how many of you are like me but I live eat and breathe my children 24/7. I rarely get a break from playing mom and maid.

I don't have the luxery of going off to work for a few hours to just be an adult. I know some say I shouldnt complain, it was my decision to have them I should be happy. But come on, a woman NEEDS a break everyonce in a while! I don't have any other mom friends......oh wait I really don't have any friends anymore, they were lost once I had children, seems they didnt really understand that I couldnt go out all the time or just pick up and go at the drop of a hat. I lost my freedom. I don;t know who I am anymore, all I am is mom. What I would give for a day at the beach alone, or a shopping trip or just an hour where I can move without tripping over a child that is glued to my leg. I need adult time!

I wake up everyday and everyday is the same. I clean, change diapers, do the laundry, wash the dishes.....you get the point, I feel like a maid. The man of the house has been working long hours, so he can't help out. Lately by the time he gets home the kids are ready for bed.

But back to my melt down. It was so bad that I had to put my 10 month old in his crib and let him cry till he fell asleep. I was just so fed up at that point. He was being grouchy and fussy, then my 3yr old wasn't listening. He had gotten every toy out in his room, refused to eat anything but junk food, got all the dvd's out, dumped food all over the floor of his room, was being mean to his brother and dumped the clothes out of his dresser for the 3rd time. I seriously think he is in the terrible three's, I was always under the impression it was to be the terrible twos. NOT!! He was an angel then, now I look at him and think he is the spawn of satan some days. Where did my sweet little boy go? It looks like my baby boy, but he sure doesnt act like it some days!

I have come to the conclusion that children make mothers seem like they are bi-polar! One minute we are yelling at them to pick up their toys or to stop jumping or screeching. The next we are giving hugs and crying that they are growing up to fast. Is there a middle ground somewhere that I am not seeing? If anyone has found it would you please show me the way to get there, somewhere along the way I took a wrong turn!