Before I became a mom, my best friend told me that she was excited about the weekend because she was going to be away from her kids. I have to admit, I judged her a little bit. Fast forward to two kids later, and I know exactly how she feels. I love my children, but there are times I can’t wait to get away from them.
There are times that I want to hide in the bathroom with a magazine and a chocolate bar.
There are times that I dream of my toddler being able to work the remote and get his own snack, while I sleep past six am.
But when I tell this to people, I can’t just say that I want to hide; I have to make sure that I always begin with, “I love my children, but. . . “.
For the most part, loving one’s…
View original post 955 more words