How Being a Mom Broke My Ear Buds: The Sound of Motherhood

Today was one of those days. We've all had them. Before I even wrote this blog... I started a bath just to "start my day over". In that amount of time (about 5 min) I poured a whole cup of water onto my floor, and dropped not 1 but 2 ear buds to their death into the very bath I currently am laying in. They are sitting in rice and hopefully will come back to life. This writing is inspired by them after all.

The scene of the crime

Life is hard enough and then you become a MOM. No this is not a child bashing man hating post...anyone that knows me in real life knows that what I blog about on here, show on facebook, or tikitok...this is my real life. I love my children with my everypart of my being and soul. So much so that my 3 month old baby who is laying next to me.. while I "relax" in my bath and write this...is currently giving me baby fever in the worst way. Now that the guilty feeling sentences are out of the way let's begin.

Being a Mom is hard.

I am really good at my routine. We are working out steadily, I can't cut calories because I breast feed so the only thing I can do to get my body in motion is quite frankly get my body in motion. If I read "How to strengthen your pelvic floor" one more time...of course I am. No one wants to pee themselves when they laugh the rest of their lives.

We wake up, workout, homeschool, dishes, laundry, feed the dogs and show them love. Usually before 11. Sometimes I work on our websites or do hair...yes I am a hairdresser. Which feels good. Keep in mind breastfeeding every 1.5-2 hrs. Little things that some might do in their sleep is being done while my boob barnacle is attached to me. Not to mention the extra 30 pounds on my body which is mostly in my butt and hips and feels like a wet bag of sand I am toting around...a very round loved by my husband bag of sand.

Oh ya I forgot breakfast in there somewhere. I homemake every meal. I love to cook; the dishes never end. I am proud of that..I am back in the kitchen cooking meals regularly for a while now. When I am prego I am sick and do not want to touch or smell ANYTHING in the kitchen. So this is a win.

In my 20's and some of my 30's if I was stressed or had energy to burn I would throw in my ear buds. The kind that were corded. The kind that would never fall into your bath because they are around your neck.

I would throw them in and run miles, lift weights, do the elliptical for a couple hours and get dumber while watching jersey shore at the gym because it was the only thing on at 1 am and they would hide the remotes.

I would make the whole world go away and just listen to music of every kind.

It's raining outside now...adding to the day..awesome.

Now when I workout I try to listen to music; while I have mostly every lyric memorized because they are songs from my childhood and early adult bar days. It's not the same. First its what music do I wanna listen to? What memories will I unintentionally dig back up if I hear that 1 song?

- Okay push play on the playlist -

You can do this, just a mile. Then the thoughts come flooding.

Should I be holding my baby?

Was I a good Mom this morning?

Should I be cooking dinner? Sh*t the meat is still frozen.

Man the muscle in my arm is depleted heavily, better do that next.

Tomorrow is trash day, I need to clean out the fridge.

Awe my kids are so cute lifting those weights.

DO NOT go near that baby.

Seriously guys.."DO NOT GO BY THE BABY"

Just stopped typing to look at the baby and try to make her smile while watching her feet kick and took a drink of my coffee which is cold and now noticing my bath water is cold as well. Still sitting here.

Back to the point. My ear buds. They use to drowned out my brain but now as a MOM they no longer work.

(now telling my daughter 10 more minutes on the ipad, while my husband asks if I've seen this blue handled crimping tool...yes he said "sorry to bug you". We are all in the same room, the bathroom so this is comedic at this point. Im just going to assume that I am a battery for everyone..they need to be close to charge.

My ear buds. They don't drowned out the noise because since becoming a Mom the noise is in my head where the ear pods are not able to reach. The feeling is in my heart where the ear buds can not stop the urge to be the best Mom possible for them. I am certain this time around on this earth was for me to know and feel what it is like to have children and really be the best Mom I can be. To feel this love that you can not describe. Ear buds or ear pods or air pods....whatever.

My Whole day revolves around my kids and my family and what they all need and sometimes we forget things like.

It's 10 pm and I never washed my face or did I eat today? I know I served the kids; but did I eat? I must of ate and drank water because otherwise I wouldn't be feeding my baby. So we schedule more to keep everything calm for everyone else and hopefully some of it rubs off and makes us a little more calm. But the silence is never met.

I've come to realize

Being a Good Mom makes you worry

Being a Good Mom makes you think alot

Being a Good Mom makes you think about them before yourself

Being a Good Mom makes you question if you are a Good Mom

Being a Good Mom is not wanting your baby to cry and feeling bad if they get to the brink of a tear.

Being a Good Mom is taking a minute to yourself and washing your face

Being a Good Mom is trying to regulate a crying 5 yr old while you are in your cold bath and at the end of your blog.

Do you get it now, because while writing and observing my life while in this 10 minute bath..I've got it..a Little.

If your Ear Buds are working...You are doing it wrong.

My Ear Buds are broken because I AM a Good Mom and YOU are too.

If you were a bad Mom you wouldn't worry if you are a good one.

Send this to A Good Mom so she knows there are more of us that feel the same.

~Wilson Wonders