Enjoying some quiet time. In the car.

Trigger Warning: This is a MOM RANT.

I am sitting in my car right now. In my driveway. Typing. Sipping Coffee. In bliss.

Because there’s a two-year-old snoring in her car seat in the back. And I dare not disturb her.

This is what it has come to folks. This is the only way I can find some time to myself, undisturbed, to make to-do lists and write and scroll through Facebook and Instagram and shop on Amazon and Imagine The Possibilities of whatever, collect my thoughts and steady my nerves to get through lunch hour, a bath, and hopefully nap time.

So far, the toddler has ruined most of my plans for the day. I tried to have a nice leisurely morning. The goal was to return some items to the mall, do a little home decor browsing, pick up some items for dinner at the grocery store, and then go home.

But the two-year-old wasn’t having it. She screamed her way through every store, even throwing items in fits of anger. She ruined my trip through the home decor department of TJ Maxx, one of my favorite places ON EARTH! I’m pretty sure they will never let me back in there.

Aldi’s is mad at me too. We just went in for gluten-free chicken nuggets and some cereal. FOR HER! She screamed from the entrance to the exit.

Have you ever had a morning like this? Even coffee and my stress away essential oils ain’t working.

It’s a mom morning. Gone are the days of completing thoughts or tasks, or even peeing without interruption. There’s just stuff to do for other people when they need it done. Right now.

“Girl, they will be big soon, you’re gonna miss these days,” THEY say. “Before you know it, they’ll be in school and this will be a memory,” THEY tell me.

Yes. Thank you. That’s true. You’re correct. These are my polite, make THEM stop speaking responses. I really just want THEM to say “Girl I understand what you’re going through. Yes, being a stay at home mom is the hardest job in the world. Go ahead and sip on some mid-day Moscato and sit down, I won’t judge you.”

Instead of the affirmation, I am resigned to sitting in my driveway, ranting. I pause, watch the noisy traffic pass, look back to make sure the noise didn’t wake the baby, and type some more.

Perhaps this IS the moment I was waiting for. Some quiet time to reflect, regain my composure, rant to my circle of parents, and prepare to soldier on.

Of course now, I need to pee.