So, here I sit on a Friday night a little after 6 o’clock, I’ve got Panera’s southwest-chicken-lime-hold-the-chicken salad in my belly, hocus pocus on my tv and a glass of relax collecting condensation to my right. Oh, and a baby on my boob. And a toddler sleeping. And my house is immaculate because we’re having Ace baptized tomorrow and mama splurged for cleaning lady extraordinaire, the fabulous and wonderful, always beautiful ~ Meredith. I spent my morning with the littles and Miss Meredith, and instantly wondered again why mom dates aren’t a thing. I had no bra on, and I’m pretty sure my left breast was leaking and guess who didn’t judge? MY GIRL. A few sentences in I think we both realized we need to do this very soon and with wine. Because ya know what? Parenting isn’t for pussies. Parenting is not for the faint of heart and one single normal 17-track minded conversation between two adult women in the morning over a hot cup of coffee is like a dream. It’s like a fantasy fucking vacation to be honest. Motherhood can be so lonely and ….isolating. You wake up before your kiddos and go to bed long after they’ve fallen asleep. You think for them, clean up after them, teach them and try to always have happiness in your tone. You decide between sitting in silence and drinking wine, or folding the laundry. You give give give and though its so extremely rewarding, let’s be honest, a little take would be happily welcomed. You must have the longest fuse and more patience than a person who might enjoy watching a pot of water boil. You have to think for another person/people before you ever even think of yourself. Like; today I bought my panera salad around 2 o’clock for lunch and just ate it @ 6 o’clock for dinner. Why? Because Mav NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDED a bike ride mom!!! Only to ride said bike for ten minutes before I had to push it home because being a bike riding tot is EXHAUSTING (for me). Then we come home, split the honey do list between the two adults and boom, candy corn like confetti all over the freshly cleaned floors… Needless to say, I took the part of the honey do list that allowed me to leave the house 😂😂 Yeah, I don’t remember the last time I took a shower alone, or the last time I’ve been alone period – and planning a simple event like the christening of my sweetest new addition has turned into a month long planning extravaganza and mama is TIIIIIIIIIDE. Say it with me, tiiii-erd. My babies have itchy noses and I have the beginnings of a sore throat but who cares?! Tomorrow is bring your baby to Jesus day and there is just no time for mom colds because PARENTING IS NOT FOR PUSSIES. As I sip my wine, I realize my baby is still on my left nipple and I can’t remember the last time I heard him actually drink, but there is a thing called silence, and like all the finest things in life it is not free and it is damn hard to find inside these very trying and tumultuous early years of parenting. As for me, tonight I’m choosing wine over laundry and I say cheers! To all my mom friends. To all the moms who do it all, cook. clean. work. love and give the very best of themselves, to these tiny little humans who have no idea that sometimes they are dancing all over our last nerve. That we cry in our cars. That we order takeout because all that getting a dinner on the table requires was just impossible this week. That our time together is precious, but how very important it is to find a time inside this weekend to take ten minutes to ourselves. If we don’t fill up our own cups, whose gonna?! Right? Right. So. May your cup runneth over this weekend. With wine, family, love, friends and sunshine. Drink it all up. As for me I’ll have all my favorite people under one roof tomorrow night and my heart could only be happier if somehow, some way, my mom could walk through that door 👑