The toy room window is smeared with a glossy layer of lip balm, smelling faintly of strawberries. On the floor lies a flattened eos, its pink hue now covered in cat hair—my favorite one, now tainted with the essence of toddler defiance.
Mega Bloks trucks are soaring through the air despite my continuous cries of “Please stop throwing things!” My youngest sports a goose egg on his head, screaming in a pitch so high it could shatter glass. In the corner, another toddler sits in time-out, wailing so loudly that my throat begins to ache. A bruise blossoms on my thigh where he kicked me during our wrestling match.
Meanwhile, a different toddler is crying for me, tossing Hot Wheels cars against the wall and chipping away at the fresh paint—paint that will cost us a fortune to repair since this is a new apartment. Outside, a pile of unpacked boxes looms on the patio, remnants of our recent move, filled mostly with kid clutter.
The kitchen countertop is home to a broken food processor, its motor fried from my ambitious attempt at homemade almond butter this morning (so much for being a “crunchy” mom). A clump of nearly puréed almonds lingers in the trash, along with a $10 bill that feels just as wasted. Almonds are ridiculously expensive.
In the living room, an empty sippy cup sits abandoned, its no-spill valve dislodged from the lid—probably thanks to being hurled to the floor multiple times. A foul odor is permeating the house, and when I inquire about the spilled milk, my toddler just giggles and runs away. Ants are parading along the bathroom floor, stealing bits of granola bar, despite my many reminders to keep snacks in the kitchen.
An 18-count egg carton in the fridge now holds not a single egg. Meanwhile, a cookie recipe sits on the counter, calling for two eggs. Two inconsolable boys are shrieking because I promised we’d bake cookies today. There’s a baby gate strewn across the floor, and one toddler has found his way into the litter box—cat feces in his mouth. Yes, you read that right.
Kitty litter is scattered everywhere, clinging to my socks, while a vacuum sits in the closet, its filter full and unable to help. Muted exclamations of “fudge” spill from my lips—way too many “fudges” to count. Fruit flies swarm despite the absence of fruit, and the toddlers are clamoring for “’nanas!”
My head is pulsating, seemingly in sync with the soundtrack of Daniel Tiger. Approximately 57 minutes remain until Dad gets home. 56 minutes and 54 seconds… 56 minutes and 48 seconds…
My eyes are burning, feeling as if I’m at the optometrist, enduring that air-puff test. I desperately want to close them, but I’m trapped in this test of patience. Stress, anger, chaos, and frustration swirl around me. Motherhood is like a rollercoaster, and there’s no fight left in me.
Eventually, the tears come—lots of them. They cling to my lashes, blurring my view of this chaotic mess. They stream down my cheeks, soaking my hair that the kids have yanked free from my ponytail during story time. Tears pool on my sweatpants next to a glob of dried yogurt that one of the boys tossed at me during lunch.
These tears, which should be cleansing, only feel like a deluge. But then… two skinny arms wrap around me (not in the usual toddler-chokehold). A tiny, perfect mouth puckers in my direction. Two beautiful hazel eyes—my own eyes—look back at me with innocent concern.
And then I hear it: “I love you, Mama.”
And just like that, in the midst of the chaos, everything feels right again.
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Summary
Motherhood is a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and challenges. From broken appliances to the mess of everyday life with toddlers, it’s a test of patience and resilience. Yet, in the midst of the trials, the love and affection of our children remind us of the beauty in the struggle.
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