Today was not the first rough mommy day, but today reminded me of a lot of commoner situations so I thought I’d share mine.
I have two kids, ages 7 and 2! Fun ages.. haha. Not. But kids grow to fast and I enjoy each day and each tantrum. They are both sick! This is something I can handle, people get sick and I consider myself a pretty good care taker. We had to go to the store (Walmart to be even more specific) to get soup and some children’s medicine, as we were waiting in the long line to check out ( and you know Walmart only has two cashiers no matter what time of day 😑) my son gets this strange, scared look on his face.. I knew that watery look. He was gone throw up and sure enough he did…. right into my hands. As I went to find paper towel and a trash can to throw away all the yuckiness piled into my palms he throws up again and this time more and its every where and now everybody and there Mother’s are staring at us.
This is where the part turns from a rough mommy day, to a day we’re my faith is restored in humanity. As I clean up the throw up from myself, my son, and the floor, a CROWD of mothers come to show support. One bought my son a ginger ale to settle his stomach, another bought my daughter some candy to distract her from the madness. And another told me how I will get through this day. I started out extremely embarrassed by a situation in which I felt I had no control over and all eyes were on me, too feeling extremely great full and un-alone!
Today was a rough mommy day, today was also a day I will get through. I love all my helpful mothers. It’s takes a village. Thank you to my village at the grocery store today
– Enjoy a pic of my beautiful family, not sick 😷

