Just when you think to yourself that things can’t get any more stressful, you decide that now is the best time to finish up that college degree. You want what is best for your children’s future, so just like every other sacrifice you have made in your life; you step up and take on another huge responsibility.
Just one more year, how hard can it really be?
It can be pure hell.
You walk in to door from a long day at work, trying to hold onto your child in one arm and carrying three bags of groceries, that you somehow managed to carry up the steps in the other arm. Seconds after getting into that door you hear cries and begging about being hungry and needing a snack.
So there you are now, screaming toddler at your side, exhausted from working, standing at the stove cooking a box of mac n’ cheese.
You put the cheap paper plates on the table to dish up the food, all for it to be moved into the Livingroom coffee table, so that you can catch five minutes of the news.
After sharing half of your plate, and shoveling the rest in your mouth before your plate was a total loss, you clean up. There is dishes, laundry, basic cleaning things that need to be done, all while you are trying to interact and play with you child as much as possible.
Following playtime, it’s time to get ready for bed. You wrestle the toddler trying to get them in the bath, and then back out. You try to teach them a quick lesson about brushing their teeth, followed by picking out a book to read.
By the time that your little angel finally falls asleep on their pillow you could collapse. You undress and get into the shower to quickly wash up since there is no time in the morning.
Head down, you feel defeated, exhausted. You crawl back out of the shower, putting on a large t-shirt and sweatpants and sit down at the table to start on the homework that is due in two short hours.
It doesn’t always come easy like school did in high school. Your frustration is through the roof, and you just want to break down and cry.
After completing as much homework as you mentally can take, you settle with your passing grades and give up for the night.
As you lay down you hear little feet come into your room. “Mommy, water.” Despite your exhaustion and barely being able to open your eyes, you get back up and get a sippy, walking your child back to the bedroom, but now they do not want you to leave them.
Despite all the co-sleeping criticism you, you walk together into the bedroom and hop up into your bed. The little one falls asleep instantly, their cold feet pressed against your back, but at this point you are just happy to be finally able to rest.
These will be some of the hardest days of your life, the days where you really just want to give up and call it quits.
I can tell you that I cried more during those last few semesters than I did over any man in my life.
Parenting is hard.
Working with extremely people on a daily basis is hard.
Coming home to where you are supposed to be at peace to try and complete a week’s worth of homework in less than two hours is as hard as it gets.
At the end of the day, let that little person who looks up at you every single day be your inspiration to do better. Let them help you remember why you are going through all of this hell and hard work every, single day.
In the end, I promise you, it will be worth it.
Hang in there and chin up, you are doing fantastic.
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