I love my kids, but sometimes I hate being a mom

It’s six o’ clock in the morning and my boys are awake.  They “sneak” into my bedroom and try to crawl into bed with me.  I sleepily protest and send them back to their room.  I can hear them jumping off their beds and wrestling each other to the floor as I doze back to sleep for a few minutes, only to be forced out of bed by the hungry cries of my five month old daughter.

I try to rub the sleep out of my eyes as my daughter persistently nurses.  It had been another “cat-nap” night as I drowsily attended to a son’s nightmare induced sobs, followed soon after by a late night feeding for baby.  Continue reading