You Don’t Suck

I was sitting at the island in my kitchen, face glued to my laptop and a buffet of paperwork spread out all around me. Across from me, my daughters sat. They had snacks. They had juice. They had homework and a coloring book to keep them occupied. Yet they were still doing their best to drive each other insane, dragging me along with them in the process. I just needed FIVE MORE MINUTES to finish my stack of editing for the day. Five. But somehow we all devolved into a yelling, whining, snapping, not very nice gaggle of irritation.

They had things to keep them busy. What else did they want?!

Oh.

Me. They wanted me, my attention and I was swatting them away like flies. What a shitty excuse for a mother.

Have you been there before? This doesn’t just pertain to mommas either. Wives, friends, daughters, anyone. Join me over on Mamalode (!!!) to hear why I think you don’t suck—snapping, overflowing with stress, distracted and all.

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This post is part of my 52 Essays project. This year I have set a goal for myself to write one finished piece every week(ish). I’m not sure what you can expect from them because I’m sort of winging it. Some will be good. Some will be less good. Hopefully you’ll love them. Maybe you’ll hate them. We’ll just have to wait and see. 😉 9/52

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