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Hitting the Reset Button After a Bad Day

Some nights when I lay my head on my pillow, I feel amazing.

The coffee is set to auto-brew at 5:55 a.m. All lunches are packed. Clean clothes are laid out for the morning. Three sets of backpacks (small, medium and large) are lined up, ready.

The extra time I could have spent catching up on “This is Us” was instead used to put toys away, answer emails, write next week’s blog and prep the crockpot for dinner tomorrow.

When I pull the covers up, I take a deep breath and feel unbelievably proud of myself. I’m a single mom, and I’m doing this. The bills are paid. Everyone’s belly is full. There’s enough milk for the entire week in the fridge. I had plenty of hugs and kisses to give out, and an extra dose of patience for another round. Just in case.

No one out-mommed me today. Not a one! I could teach a course in taking care of business. And, clearly, it would be a graduate-level course.



Then there are nights like tonight.

Nights where I think, well, the day started fine – so how did I run out of steam by 3:30 p.m.?

That’s the thing about being a parent … steam or no steam … there are little faces looking at you to pack the right snacks, drive them to therapy, help with third grade math homework and prevent their fingers from getting shut in a door.

Kids don’t really care that you’ve been to work or on the phone figuring out their health insurance. They don’t care about the electric bill as long as the Wi-Fi still works. To them, it’s just another afternoon.

And hey, what’s for dinner, Mom?

Somehow, you think you can’t give anymore. Somehow, more is always there to give.

Tonight there are french fries in car seats. Nuggets smashed into floorboards. Bath time squabbles. MOM! Timeouts. The wrong pajamas. Ugh, the berry-flavored toothpaste, not the bubble gum!

MOOOOM! A lost night-light. A forgotten lengthy homework assignment.

MO-OOOOOOOOM! Scared of the dark. Just one more drink of water.

Somehow, you still do it. You might rush kisses and hugs because you NEED NO ONE TO BE TOUCHING OR TALKING OR ASKING YOU TO DO ONE MORE THING just as much as you need AIR IN YOUR LUNGS.

When you finally get it, don’t waste it. Go make a bowl of ice cream and watch your show. Forget the emails and tomorrow’s dinner prep. Get some sleep and link arms with the rest of us mommas pushing a reset button on tomorrow.

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About Jessica Woolwine

About Jessica   Woolwine Jessica Woolwine is a native of Hampton Roads and lives in Hampton with her three “miracles” Jackson (9), Abby (5) and Henry (1). As a mother to a childhood cancer survivor and a micro-preemie, she began the blog Mothering Miracles in 2014 to support other families dealing with health issues. Jessica also works as Creative Director for Rubin Communications Group and enjoys mixing her talents for graphic design and creative writing with community relations. She is a past member of both the CHKD Family Advisory Council and the CHKD NICU Family Advisory Council.