Let me begin by saying that Motherhood is a beautiful gift that I am grateful for.
Most days.
If you need a sweet, heartfelt, inspirational post on being a mama, check out this little diddy that I whipped up a few months ago because today just ain’t that kinda day.
Today is the kind of day that ends in red wine and cookie butter cheesecake bites that were worth braving a monsoon to procure. 
The kind of day where I hid in my car and was secretly grateful that, at the very least, my kid was restrained in a four point harness and unable to terrorize anyone or anything.
The kind of day where my kid’s onesie is never actually snapped at the crotch because he is just so hard to wrestle to the ground after every diaper change and, frankly, I don’t care if he looks like he’s wearing a dress. 
The kind of day where I managed to stress sweat through my clothes by 10 am after watching my kid crush teething cookies in his bare hands and then slowly but effectively open each finger and watch the pieces fall out onto office carpet. 
The kind of day where people in said office got up to close their doors as my kid tried his new favorite trick of hearing his screeches echo in large spaces.

 Today is the kind of day where I longed to run into my fave salad place
for a grown up lunch on the run but just couldn’t stomach the idea of
unbuckling and re-buckling my kid into his car seat.

 Today is the kind of day where I learned that my kid might actually
understand the word “no” at 10 months old and might also already be
choosing to ignore me because the sound of the snack keeper hitting the
oven over and over again is just that good.

Today is the kind of day where I fed
my kid whatever he wanted (organic pouches. check. waffle fries. sure.
grande strawberry smoothie. don’t bother sharing, buddy.) just to make
him happy. 
And ate most of it myself when he threw it back at me (well, most of the waffle fries at least).

is the kind of day where I wanted to talk to my best friend on the
phone but couldn’t be heard over the hyena noises coming from the wild animal wrapped around my leg.

 The kind of day where all I wanted was a glass of wine and someone to serve it to me but my kid hated to be in his highchair and so my husband decided to remove him and place him in our booth. In just a matter of seconds, my husband learned that not only can our kid reach EVERYthing but he can also flip a plate full of lasagna all over a restaurant and then scream like someone is forcing him to clean it up.

Today is the kind of day where we gave up on even bothering to consume our freshly presented dinner and asked for boxes and the check instead.

Today is the kind of day where I slipped out to the chiropractor before bedtime and considered it a spa break.
Today is the kind of day where I reheated the leftovers and called it dinner – again.
Today is the kind of day where I wondered if I should have been more engaged, created some sort of mommy and son craft, scheduled a play date, read him books, sung to him more….
Today is the kind of day where I wondered if I have any idea what I’m doing.
Today is a day that he won.
But tomorrow?
Tomorrow, it’s all me, baby.