Chernobyl Ain’t Got Nothin’ On Me.

I actually was inspired to write this post by two other mothers (and facebook). These women aren’t just mothers, they’re super mothers…mothers of twins. I won’t use their names, but I’m sure they will know who they are when/if they read this. The first, a mother of beautiful baby girls. The other, oddly enough, the mother of precious baby boys. Notice the key word here…BABY. Babies are hard enough when you just have one, but to have two, the same age at the same time, that’s worthy of a Medal of Honor in my book. Both of these mothers seem to be having a rough day. I actually read the word “meltdown” on the facebook page of one and the other seems to be having a meltdown of her own without actually using the word. I want you both to know you’re not alone. Kids are hard…twins are harder. I salute you!

These women bring me to today’s topic…The Mommy Meltdown.

There are no babies in my house, but I still suffer frequently from the mommy meltdown. The I’m so tired all I can do is sit here and cry meltdown. The yelling so loud that you feel like you might just have a stroke meltdown. The jumping up and down like a two year old meltdown. The husband is home so I’m running away meltdown. The chucking the plate in the backyard like a frisbee meltdown. Are they my proudest moments? Hell no! There have been times that mid-meltdown I’ve thought, “what the hell are you doing you nut job?!?”

I used to be able to blame the hormones, we all know how hormonal new mothers are. I don’t think I can use that one anymore, so what my excuse? I think I’ve just lost my damn mind since having kids.

I’ve always been prone to temper tantrums, just ask my parents. Hell, just ask my husband. Becoming a mother didn’t just suddenly turn me into a mature woman who wouldn’t dream of letting her temper get the best of her, though I wish it had.

I remember having a meltdown after Logan was born because I quite simply had no clue what I was doing. I had no idea what I was thinking agreeing to have another child. I was overtired since with two you can’t sleep when the baby sleeps. When the baby was sleeping I had a 2 1/2 year old to entertain. I was envious of Bill’s ability to sleep through the crying baby in the monitor, in fact there was more than once I thought I might smother him with his own pillow as retribution for sleeping so soundly. I remember hiding downstairs in the middle of the night silently sobbing and thinking, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

Now that the boys are older, my meltdowns have gotten a little more verbal. I’m sure these boys are headed straight for therapy. There are days where I find myself asking Cameron if he actually likes getting yelled at. I mean really, how many times should I have to ask him to stop pinching his brother…Or playing tug of war with my nice throw pillows…Or pushing Logan off the couch…Or running cars across the coffee table…Or spiting…Or yelling…Good lord the list keeps going.

A wise woman told me that she didn’t really understand why kids were born with ears because they don’t use them. Truer words have never been spoken. At least in my house.

A wise man once told me, “Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems.” I have found that one to be true too.

I keep waiting for this whole motherhood thing to get easier, but it never does. The things that are difficult just change from time to time.

We all have our meltdowns, our temper tantrums, and our days as lunatics. I would love it if you could share one of your meltdown stories here, lets really let these new mothers know that they’re not alone and that we all go a little coo coo sometimes.