Somebody tell me that life gets easier. Please?

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As I write this post, I am in the middle of one of the hardest days (and weeks) of my life. I have a toddler with an attitude, a sore foot from tripping on my sister’s stuff in the middle of night last night, and I can’t drive my car as the remote to unlock the doors is currently swirling around the washing machine, and because it is a front loader, the cycle takes approximately 2 – 2 and a half hours to complete, and once turned on, you can’t open the door. I’m at that point where it’s all become just a little too much and after setting the alarm off on my car trying to open the door with the key (hey it was worth a try!) I burst into tears and spent half an hour sitting on the couch feeling sorry for myself.

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I know that there are many people out there who are much worse off than I am, and I don’t deny that. However when you stressed and at breaking point, everything seems like a catastrophe and that is when I blurt out a few choice words, lose my temper at my child and whoever else gets in my line of fire. Oh what I would give right now for someone to please tell me that life gets easier! Tell me that my child won’t always throw tantrums when I take something off of him that he isn’t allowed to have. Tell me that he will start sleeping through the night again. Tell me that I will have the patience to just sit and play with him regularly. That I will begin shrug my shoulders and say “Oh well, these things happen” when things don’t go to plan. Tell me that I am not alone in going through these phases every now and then. Feeling like the world is against you, and everything that you do just seems to be wrong.

I am the sort of person that sees value in life throwing challenges at you. Life would be boring without them and I believe that these challenges are what shape me into the person that I am today. But I think that I speak for a whole lot of mothers when I say that most of us probably ask this question at least once during our time as a mother. Does it get easier? I would like to think that yes, it does. Even standing at the beginning of a long tunnel, and the light seems such a long way away, I would like to think that the light is still there.





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So as I sit on my couch, with my fingers crossed, I am just hoping that when the washing machine finally stops, the remote will still work. I know my chances are slim, but I have to hope. It’s the only thing moving me through my long tunnel. How do you get through your tunnel? How do you cope with life’s challenges, when they all seem to come at you at once?