In the past few days I have been hit, kicked, punched, bit, jumped upon, jumped off of, tugged on, head butt-ed, crawled on, crawled over, and crawled under.
Why didn't anyone tell me how much motherhood would hurt?
Most of my "abuse" has been suffered because Daddy isn't here to wrestle right now, and with three boys, wrestling is going to happen whether I sanction it or not. Most of the nasty blows have been accidental, but by the end of the day, I feel like I've gone a few rounds with a heavy-weight champ.
I knew I'd be exhausted being a mom, but I think being a mom to all boys brings a whole different level of physicality to the equation. Exhaustion is one thing, wanting to wave a white flag of surrender is another.
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