Awww Motherhood. I have a love hate relationship with it. It's mostly my fault why that is. All growing up I wanted to be a mom. If anyone asked me what I wanted to be that was my answer. I wanted 10 kids to start out with then it was 8 but then by the time I got married it was 5. Well I have 3 and that is plenty.
I dreamed I would have kids and we would be baking cookies and playing games. Going on walks in fields of flowers holding hands. No fighting ever involved in our day. I thought I would live on a big farm and me and the kids would go out and work in it every day with smiles on our faces. I would cook every meal I would only weigh a 100 pounds after my 10 kids i had just given birth to. My husband would come home from work and think that me wearing cut off sweat pants were the sexiest thing ever and he would swept me off me feet.
HAHAHA I'm not even kidding that that is what I thought it would be like.
Well the only thing that is close to that fairytale is baking cookies everyday which leads me to not being my dream 100 pounds and leads to me wearing sweat pants cut offs everyday which sadly my husband doesn't find sexy. At all.
Don't get me wrong I love being a mother. I just thought it would be a lot easier.
But my 3 cute boys have taught me a lot. And I am so grateful for my husband who helps me through it every day. But this year I am determined to make it as close a fairytale as I can, even if it kills me. (maybe as an evil witch, which is still part of the fairytale, right)?
