Sipping wine between folding towels and onesies at 9:00 at night.
Squatting on a public bathroom floor with a baby on your hip as you hoist a toddler onto the toilet.
Letting your child wear her shoes on the wrong feet to have one less battle to fight today.
Going to Target on a Friday night as your "Mom's Night Out."
Changing your sheets at midnight because your 4-year old had crept into your bed and then peed all over it in his sleep.
Then sleeping in his bed because he is taking up all of your side in your bed. (Daddy still manages to command his entire half.)
Desperately needing a break from your kids only to text babysitter in 30-minute intervals to find out every specific detail about feeding, bedtime, pooping, etc.
For dinner, eating 3 bites of macaroni and cheese, one half of a cold meatball and 6 carrot sticks (a.k.a. whatever was left on their plates).
Wearing a green macaroni necklace all day doing errands.
Pinning projects on Pinterest that will never get done. Spending hours creating different boards for said pins but never taking the time to actually do the projects.
Justifying going out without showering because you will "probably work out later." You won't.
Finding a Cheerio on the floor and eating it because that is easier than getting up and bringing it to the garbage.
Shutting your irrational and exhausting toddler in her room for bed after 8 tantrums since dinner. Then creeping back up there 20 minutes later hoping she is still awake so you can give her a kiss and tell her you love her. Then feeling horribly guilty because she is already asleep. Waiting for the morning to start fresh with positive love-filled parenting. In morning, fighting with her 12 times before 9 am. Wishing for bedtime. Repeating cycle.