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Mother’s Day started before 6 AM with two kids in my bed arguing over who was “falling off the cliff” — also known as the side of the mattress. There was dramatic screaming, hysterical laughter, and at one point one child proudly told the other to “smell my finger.”

So honestly, pretty much exactly what motherhood should look like. 😂

Motherhood, I’m learning, is equal parts cuddles, chaos, noise complaints, snack distribution manager, and trying to wake up before tiny humans start WWE matches on your mattress.

But laying there listening to them laugh and argue and make up ridiculous games before the sun was even fully up, I realized these are probably the moments I’ll remember years from now. Not whether the house was spotless or whether I got enough sleep. Just the weird little moments that make up family life.

After surviving the morning circus, I accepted my Walmart grocery delivery — shoutout to grocery delivery because that deserves a medal on Mother’s Day — and made brunch before spending basically the entire rest of the morning cleaning.

Sweeping.
Steam mopping.
Vacuuming.
Sorting random piles that somehow appear overnight.
Picking up toys I swear I already picked up yesterday.

I cleaned FS3’s room, made his bed, and hung his new blackout curtains. Meanwhile the rest of the house somehow continued falling apart in real time around me because apparently houses with children reset themselves every four hours.

I made lunch, everyone except FS3 actually sat down and ate, and then Wiley and I took a one-hour nap while FS15 helped with the younger two. That nap? Incredible. Ten out of ten. Better than brunch.

Afterward we relieved him of babysitting duty, wrestled around with the younger two for a bit, and I did cascade braids on FD6 while trying to convince FS3 to sit still long enough for me to fix his hair without acting personally victimized by a comb.

Eventually I got myself ready and we headed to Applebee’s for dinner. Nothing fancy, but honestly after the kind of day we had, mozzarella sticks and not cooking dinner felt luxurious enough.

Dinner was mostly uneventful, which as parents honestly counts as a successful outing.

Then we came home and rolled straight into bedtime routines — pajamas, brushing teeth, negotiations over bedtime, asking for water after already being tucked in, and approximately 47 reminders to stay in bed.

And that was my first Mother’s Day as more than a fur mom.

Not glamorous.
Not peaceful.
Not Instagram-perfect.

Just loud, busy, messy, funny, exhausting, and honestly… pretty great.

So to all the moms, foster moms, bonus moms, grandmas, aunts, and women out there surviving tiny human chaos every day — Happy Mother’s Day.

May your coffee stay warm long enough to drink it and may your children at least pretend to listen the first time. 💕