A Mother’s Job is Never Done

A Mother's Job is Never Done | The Champagne Supernova

A mother’s job is never done.

It’s waking up early in the morning to make breakfast and school lunches. It’s getting the kids out of bed, fed, teeth brushed, and out of the house looking “presentable.” All while getting yourself ready to go about your day.

It’s making appointments. There are so many appointments. Dental screenings. School assessments. Mole checks at the dermatologist. Physicals for sports.

It’s signing forms. Permission slips. School volunteer sign-up sheets. Liability waivers. Contracts. Insurance documents.

It’s being a chef.

It’s planning birthday parties. Ordering the food, cake, and decorations. Reserving the event space. Setting up the bounce house and keeping your fingers crossed nobody breaks a bone. Cleaning up. Sending thank-you notes. It’s also sending your kids to their friends’ parties on the weekends, which means planning carpools and buying presents (Cha-ching $).

It’s being a house manager. Taking out the trash and emptying the dishwasher (or delegating others to do it.) Folding endless piles of laundry. Making beds only to have them undone several hours later. Calling the plumber because your shower’s been clogged for a week. Paying bills.

It’s being a therapist. You’re a referee to sibling and friend drama. Helping your kids navigate social situations and learning how to cope with life’s disappointments by being a good example yourself (even when you sometimes fail and that’s okay.) It’s dealing with a child’s tantrums why trying not to lose your mind.

It’s being a teacher. Forcing your kids to do their homework when they don’t want to and you’ve had a long day yourself. It’s re-learning things like fractions and long addition and all the other things you forgot in elementary school so you can explain it to your child.

It’s being a beautician. Combing knots out of hair. Watching YouTube videos so you can learn how to french braid. Brushing and flossing teeth when your kids are too young to do it themselves.

It’s being a zombie. Learning how to function after getting only a couple hours of sleep the night before because you couldn’t go back to sleep after your child woke you up in the middle of the night and told you they wet the bed. Oh, and insomnia, too. REM sleep? You haven’t had that since you were in your twenties.

It’s being a planner. Extracurricular activities. Sports. Summer camp. Spring break. What to do with your kids during holidays and teacher workdays when they don’t have school. Remembering to send a card to your grandparents for their birthdays. Remembering to respond to texts and emails.

It’s being an accountant because HAVING KIDS IS SO DANG EXPENSIVE and you have to budget. Health insurance. Diapers and formula. Clothes and uniforms. Daycare and school. More mouths to feed. Vacations and staycations.

It’s being a role model. Keeping your mouth shut about someone when you don’t have anything kind to say (or, at least, saying that unkind thing when your child isn’t around to hear it.) Turning the other cheek. Looking at the big picture instead of being petty. Keeping secrets. Trying not to obsess about your weight. Showing gratitude to service providers like store clerks and waitstaff.

It’s being a life saver. Holding hands in public parking lots so nobody gets run over by a car. Sitting on the steps of the pool to make sure nobody drowns. Knowing when an illness is serious enough to call a doctor.

It’s being a chauffeur. Sports. Parties. School. Dance. Gymnastics. Vacations and the beach on weekends. The grocery store and drugstore. Medical and dental appointments.

It’s being a soldier. Allowing yourself to get back up and try again after you defeatedly cried in your car after school drop-off because your mental resources are depleted.

It’s trying to do all of these things and still keep romance alive in your marriage, maintaining closeness with your friends, working out, eating healthy, and practicing self care.

Don’t let anyone make you feel like you aren’t allowed to be exhausted.

Being a parent is a job. It is the most important job.

You are doing a great job. Soldier on.



    4 Comments on A Mother’s Job is Never Done

    1. Nicole
      May 17, 2018 at 1:30 pm (4 years ago)

      Amen sister! A forever marathon. #soldieron

    2. Elise Wery
      May 17, 2018 at 12:56 pm (4 years ago)

      Wow, I love! Thank you for helping me feel like I’m not the only one and for getting in a laugh as I dive into the work day at my IP law firm! While thinking about my three kids and what I have to do for them and with them today. I am a single mother and unfortunately my kid’s dad is absent is their life. This article is just what I needed to start another day??.

    3. Elizabeth
      May 17, 2018 at 9:15 am (4 years ago)

      It’s definitely hard work, that’s for sure! I am sure I need another 24 hours in each day just to keep up…

    4. Laura
      May 17, 2018 at 9:07 am (4 years ago)

      It’s so true, besides just looking after them and ourselves there is just so much life admin that goes along with it but of course always worth it

      Laura x