A long while ago I had someone say to me, in response to finding out I was leaving work to become a stay at home mom, that they wished they too could quit their job and stay home because ‘I just had it so easy.’

Now please don’t mishear me – I’m not looking to start a debate over whether or not “working moms” have it better or worse than “non working moms.” That’s not the point of this post.

But I’ve been thinking about that comment all week. It’s been a long week, and as I’m sure many of you can relate to, ones brain often likes to relive certain moments when it’s the most unhelpful.

“I have it so easy.”

Unfortunately for me, this has not been such an easy week. I won’t bore you with details, but let’s say that it included, though wasn’t limited to:

-What could have been a very serious accident thankfully resulting in “just” a black eye for the Mini.

-Twice, in the span of 24 hours, putting a pan on the stove and completely forgetting about it (resulting in billowing smoke and blaring smoke detectors).

-Very poor sleeping (just mom this time).

-And daddy working some long, long hours away from home.

Yeah.

Reading my list my (and I’m sure other people’s) first reaction is the classic “first world problems.”

I mean, I still have a roof over my head, food on the table, etc etc.

But let’s be honest for a moment.

This thing called life thing is HARD.

Being a mom is HARD.

Having a week where you feel like absolutely nothing you do is going to have a positive outcome is REALLY hard.

And I’m grateful for it all.

I am.

I love being a mom.

I love that the hubby works as hard as he does for his family.

I love the Mini, despite the heart attacks she’s getting good at giving me.

Though it is a good thing she’s cute:

But
it.
is.
hard.

So I just needed to take a moment to admit that.

And now I need to go figure out how to remove the smell of burnt sugar from my house.

But at least I don’t have to test my smoke detectors.