I didn't like being a mom today

Well, it wasn't today, it was two days ago.

Two days ago, I didn't like being a mom.

My baby is teething and I was getting over a stomach bug. It wasn't the feeling off or even her being a little extra whiny that made me not like being a mom, it was the boredom.

Do you know how many things you can do with an eight month old when it's rainy and crummy out? About five things. I was so sick of playing in the living room, then playing in her bedroom, then playing in the living room again. I even put her into her carrier and strapped her to my back to walk around the house a little.

And then she got bored.

And I got bored.

And hanging out with an eight month old no longer sounded appealing.

Then she needed to nap.

I knew she needed to nap. She was clearly tired. None the less, napping was not going to happen.

She fussed and cried and took her socks off and played with her toys.

Finally, when I had about reached my breaking point, I picked her up and brought her into my bed and snuggled up next to her. And we both napped.

The next day was the exact opposite. It was perfect. She played, she napped, she was so much fun to be with all day. I loved every minute.

It's ok to not always love being a mom. Some days, I just want to be Erin. Some days I don't want the added responsibility of having a daughter.

And some days, being a mom is freaking awesome.