“Mom Life FAQ – The Honest Edition”

Do moms ever get a real day off?

“Motherhood has no vacation days.”
Technically, yes — it’s called when you’re sick. Except you’ll still be wiping noses, cooking dinner, and folding laundry with a fever of 102. So, no. Not really.

When do you actually sleep?

“Sleep? Oh, you mean that thing I used to do before kids.”
Sleep is now more of a hobby than a necessity. I take naps with one eye open, usually interrupted by “Mommy, I need water”, “Mommy, I can’t sleep”, or “Mommy, I accidentally put Play-Doh in the toilet.”

How many cups of coffee does it take to survive?

Somewhere between one and five. Depends on the day. Sometimes coffee just turns into emotional support in a mug.

What’s the hardest part of motherhood?

The constant tug-of-war — loving your kids more than anything, but also wanting just 5 minutes of silence without guilt. That, and never-ending laundry.

Speaking of laundry, how much do you really do?

“Laundry isn’t a chore. It’s a lifestyle.”
Imagine climbing Mount Everest. Now imagine doing that daily, except instead of snow it’s piles of clothes that mysteriously multiply every night. That’s laundry in mom life.

Do grandparents make life easier?

Let’s just say… sometimes. They mean well, but there’s a difference between help and commentary. Spoiler: I usually get commentary.

What’s the funniest/most awkward thing that’s happened in public?

Once in the store, my toddler screamed “Mommy farted!” while I was standing next to a stranger. (For the record, it wasn’t me. Probably.)

What’s the grossest thing you’ve had to deal with?

Poo blowouts. Hands down. Imagine holding your child like a ticking bomb, praying you don’t drop anything on the carpet. Legendary battle scars are made that way.

How do you stay patient when kids are driving you crazy?

I don’t always. Sometimes I cry in the bathroom. Sometimes I laugh at the chaos. Sometimes I just survive — and call that a win.

What about your own time? Do you get any?

“Me time? You mean when I shower while being interrogated through the bathroom door?”
My “me time” is doing dishes while listening to a podcast and hoping no one finds me. Occasionally, I shower without interruptions — but even then, little fists bang on the door like the FBI.

What’s the best part of motherhood?

The tiny, unexpected moments: little arms wrapped around your neck, sleepy whispers of “I love you”, or the way your child’s eyes light up when they see you. Those seconds heal every tear, every scar, and every sleepless night.

So why do you keep going despite the exhaustion?

Because motherhood isn’t just a job — it’s who I am now. My kids may drain my energy, but they also give my life meaning. Even on the hardest days, I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything.

Final Thought💜

Motherhood is chaos — messy, loud, unpredictable chaos. But it’s my chaos, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.