It is school night and all the kids are asleep by 8:00. This has put me in the unique position of being able to wholeheartedly commit to doing one of two things: Work, or binge on Netflix.

Nowadays, “hero” conjures to mind another life-giving (and taking-away force, if you’re really acting like an asshole)–moms.

This was the scene last week in the foyer of our house, as my five and three-year-old ripped and roared through the hallways as I held the baby in the other room, enjoying some much-needed time with a friend, oblivious to the mess as I caught up with a friend.

Has any child in the history of children ever napped when she was supposed to?

Even five years later, I still remember the moment very distinctly. In his dark room, I nursed my two-week-old son. We glided back and forth on his chair, all alone, it felt, in more ways than one.

Guys. What’s uuuuup! I know, I know… I’ve been MIA on this blog for about three days in a row now, which is–shockingly–the longest I’ve gone since starting it up over a year ago.

I said it to my husband last night as I was ready to fall into bed at 11pm. I was bone tired. Just exhausted. And I was losing my temper–frustrated for a number of reasons. The baby had gotten up a total of four times in the past hour. I had a clogged milk duct (ohdearlordhavemercy)…

I joke a lot on this blog about motherhood. I highlight the crazy stuff, I share lots of stories, and overall try to keep it as real as possible. But no matter how much I joke, I hope the truth always shines through–I am crazy in love with my kids.

So, it’s officially Christmas break. Kids! Toys! Dozens of undone tasks on my to-do list!

It’s funny how quickly bad news travels–especially things that aren’t supposed to get back to you. Things that are mean. Inconsiderate. Judgmental. Just all-around crappy.