You know the feeling. Absolutely loving motherhood at the very same moment you’re exhausted and could die. Those moments at the playground when you can’t imagine a more perfect day and then your kid shoves another kid out of the way and you’re instantly embarrassed and pissed, all at the same time. I call this “split momonality”.
We’ve all been there.
So, in the spirit of finding humor where I would typically feel guilt, here are some of the ways I experience “split momonality”:
‘I can’t believe how fortunate I am to have my healthy and beautiful children. If they call my name one more time I might lose my shit.’
‘How can my baby be turning six years old? It’s only noon, you’ve got to be kidding me.’
‘There’s nothing better than coming home all together at the end of the day. It’s been a long day, let’s head up for an early bed time.’
‘Being cuddled up together reading books before bed feels so good. No, please… not another book about dinosaurs!!!’
How do you experience “split momonality”?