Why do moms have to rush through life while everyone else takes their sweet time?

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Everyone in this house moves like we’ve got all the time in the world, Except me.

My one-year-old?
He takes forever to nurse and can literally stay latched all night if I let him. He eats one single grain of rice at a time like he’s meditating on it. 

So yeah, dinner takes forever.

My three-year-old?
I have to ask her to do every single thing at least five times. Then she moves slow as a snail while doing it.

My husband?
Let me tell you about my husband.
He can:
 —  Go to the gym whenever he wants and stay for an hour+
 — Take a long, peaceful shower whenever he feels like it
 — Cut his hair with no interruptions
 — Go to the doctor, grocery store, or wherever and never worry about rushing back

Meanwhile, me — the mom:

I’m lucky if I get a full two minutes to brush my teeth and wash my butt.
Showers? I take them military-style. Two minutes flat. Maybe five if the stars align.

I scarf down meals between work calls — if I even get to eat.
Washing and styling my hair? That’s a 3-day event.
Day 1: Wash.
Day 2: Detangle.
Day 3: Style 

Let’s not even talk about trying to work out.
I get five minutes in, and the baby needs soothing.
Twenty minutes in, he needs attention.
Thirty minutes in, my toddler strolls in the room with a headband and a mission: “I’m working out with you, Mommy!”

And, anytime I leave the house?
I either have to bring one or both kids or be back within 30 minutes before I get the text:
 “The baby needs you…”

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I know this too shall pass…
But something’s gotta give.
Am I alone here? Or is this what modern motherhood looks like for most of us?

Do I need stronger boundaries?
Should I start ignoring the screams and knocks on the door when I’ve dared to take a 6-minute shower instead of 4?

Because I’m tired.
I’m tired of rushing.
I just want to move slow like everybody else in this house gets to.

So I’m asking you… What do YOU do to meet your basic needs without feeling like you’re running a race?
Is this just how it is until the kids are grown, or does it actually get better?

Let’s talk about it.

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Posted with love and exhaustion,
Off Script Mama