On the days when I need a break…give me a hug. Tell me I’m doing the best that I can.
On the days when I need a break from being a mommy…hand me a glass of wine and run me a bubble bath.
On the days when our son is being so bold and I want to rip my hair out….remind me that he won’t stay this little forever.
On the days when the house is a mess and the sink is full of dishes….remind me that some people don’t have that luxury.
On the days when I fight with my husband and get annoyed at him….remind me how bickering is completely healthy in a marriage.
On the days when I feel ugly…remind me that beauty is way more than skin deep.
On the days when I’m so tired from staying up with a cranky, teething baby…remind me how some women, would give anything to be in that position. And give me coffee.
On the days when I just can’t keep up with the endless laundry…remind me how fortunate I am to have clothes and loved ones to care for.
On the days when I feel like a bad mom…remind me that my little boy is happy.
On the days when I feel like I should be doing something different…remind me that my son is healthy.
On the days when I don’t feel important or appreciated…tell me that I am.
On the days when I blame myself….remind me not to live with regrets.
On the days when I simply feel defeated…lift me up.
On the days when I cry because I’m an emotional basket-case…offer your shoulder.
On the days when I just want to talk things through…listen.
On the days when I’m too exhausted to prepare a nice, healthy dinner…be content with frozen pizza.
On the days when I give you that look when you get home from work….offer a helping hand. And pour me a glass of wine.
On the days when I hate myself for still not losing all the baby weight…tell meI’m beautiful.
On the days when my patience is running paper thin…let me have a moment to myself.
On the days when I feel like I can’t win for losing…tell me that tomorrow is another day.
On the days when I cry because my son is growing up too fast….remind me to give him one more kiss.
These days happen often. It doesn’t make us a bad person, because moments simply don’t defy us. It’s a bad day, not a bad life.