Last Night Almost Broke Me
Bear was up from 2 to 7 a.m. and I had to be up at 8 with my oldest. I feel like today drained me before it even started.
I feel like I’ve been running on fumes all weekend. Between keeping the kids entertained, organizing the house, and trying to get my own work done, there hasn’t been a second just for me. The only time I can sneak in work is during Bear’s naps or late at night after everyone’s finally asleep — and even then, it feels like I’m racing against the clock.
Last night was brutal. Bear went down around 8:30, and I thought I’d finally get a stretch of sleep. But he woke up at 2 a.m. and just would not go back down. I spent hours trying everything — cuddles, rocking, just laying with him — nothing stuck. He finally crashed around 6:30 or 7, which meant I got maybe an hour of rest before I had to be up again at 8 to get my oldest ready for school.
xx Storm’s Diaries
What I Learned From My Last Bad Day
Even my hardest days as a mom end up showing me the sweetest truths—my kids still see me as their safe place, even when I feel like I’m falling apart.
There are days when motherhood feels magical — the hugs, the laughter, the little moments that make your heart explode. But then there are days when it feels like too much. My last “bad day” was one of those. I had all three of my kids running around the house, all needing me at once. I felt overstimulated, pulled in every direction, and in the back of my mind, that quiet voice whispered: Am I enough? Am I doing this right? Do my kids even realize how hard I try?
It’s easy to spiral on days like that, wondering if I’m failing them, if they’ll grow up wishing they had a “better” mom. But here’s the truth I realized — even on my worst day, it’s still their best day with me.
Because in the middle of my overwhelm, I looked up and saw my kids hanging on me, laughing with me, begging to do activities together. They weren’t judging me for being tired or overstimulated. They were just excited to be around me. They wanted to dress like me, talk like me, be near me. In their eyes, I wasn’t failing. I was still their safe place, their favorite person.
That moment shifted everything for me. Motherhood doesn’t ask me to be perfect, it just asks me to be there. My kids don’t need a flawless mom — they need me. They don’t remember the little frustrations, the messy house, or the chaotic moments. What they’ll remember is that I showed up, hugged them, played with them, loved them fiercely.
So what I learned from my last bad day is this: sometimes the way we see ourselves isn’t the way our kids see us at all. In their eyes, we’re already enough. We’re already the hero, the role model, the favorite person in the world. And that reminder is what helps me be kinder to myself, even on the messy days.
Moms — have you ever had a day where you felt like you were failing, only to realize your kids thought it was the best day ever?
From my altar to yours- Storm