Nothing more frustrating

I am a mother of two amazingly smart, beautiful girls.

They are always going to be my amazingly smart beautiful girls.

Nothing will ever change that.

However, as everyone knows, not everything is perfect. Things will go wrong. There will be bad moments. As a parent you will be at your wits end. And yes technically the kids are your legal obligation until they are 18 when they’re considered adults. As a mom, your obligation to your kid will never ever end. You will always worry, you will always help. you will always.

With that being said…. there are always going to be moments where, as a mom, you want to pull your hair out.

And there is nothing more frustrating than realizing that you’re dealing wiht a minutre version of yourself.

Now I am a sassy, sarcastic, moody person. I have my good days and I have my bad. I can be the sweetest most helpful person you have ever met and I could possibly make you cry with my words.

My oldest brother chooses to believe that the bad days sync with my menstrual cycle cause he just doesn’t want to own up to why I am the way I am towards him.

However, I am also a mother of two girls.

Two girls!!!

that are just like me

Literally.

I mean they are spitting image of their dad but everything else is me

Like their facial expressions. Their sassiness. Their sarcasm.

Like when my oldest said during dinner, after I said I was tired and want to go to bed, ‘yeah cause all you do is sleep’. Now that was rude…

But it is something that I would say.

And it comes from the fact that by the time dinner comes around… I am exhausted from doing everything that day.

That small sentence hurt, it really did. But I couldn’t be too mad because it was exactly something that I would say and that wasn’t exactly what I would have said or actually have said.

When I was not too much older than my oldest daughter I was visiting my dad and his neighbor was over drunk. and said he needed to go back to his house to get another beer. and I quipped ‘good stay there’.

But here’s the thing….

…….

I am just experiencing what my mom experienced when I was little.

I was a miniture version of her and my girls are a miniture version of me.

So while I am pulling my hair out…. my mom is laughing…

Sorry for the jumbled post.

Thanks for listening.

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