Some days feel calm and productive… other days feel like complete chaos—and most days are a mix of both.
Lately, with a newborn and a one-year-old, it’s felt more like, “How much coffee can I drink today and still get some sleep tonight?” My days tend to revolve around three things: coffee, kids, and keeping the house somewhat together.
Every morning, I try to wake up around 6am with my partner. I start the day with a plan—how I hope the day will go. But that’s all it is… a plan, not a strict routine. Because with two little ones, every day looks a little different.
Still, having that plan gives me a sense of structure, even on the days when everything feels like it’s falling apart.
Mornings are usually slow. We ease into the day with snuggles, cartoons, and lately… waffles (my daughter’s current favorite). Afternoons are hopefully for naps and a quick reset of the house. And if I’m lucky, I get a second cup of coffee—this time warm and maybe even enjoyed alone.
Evenings are when their dad gets home and takes over for a bit. He spends time with the kids while I make dinner. After that, it’s bath time, bedtime routines, and the usual struggle of getting two little ones to actually fall asleep… while I’m more than ready for a moment to breathe.
At the end of the night, I usually sit there thinking, “Okay… I survived today.” And then I get ready to do it all over again.
But truthfully, most days don’t go as smoothly as that sounds on paper.
Right now, my daughter is teething—her sixth tooth—and that alone has been enough to throw everything off. She’s clingy, uncomfortable, and understandably a little grumpy. Which means more interruptions, more holding, and a lot of unfinished tasks.
I think I’ve been trying to tackle the same sink full of dishes for days now. It feels like I’m constantly cleaning, but somehow getting nothing done at all.
And that part? It’s exhausting.
There are moments where it feels overwhelming—like no matter how much effort I put in, I’m always a step behind. I’ve had to learn to give myself grace in those moments. To accept that not everything will get done, and that’s okay.
Because the truth is, my kids won’t remember how clean the house was.
They’ll remember the time I spent sitting on the floor playing with them. The naps where they fell asleep next to me. The books we read, the cuddles, the comfort of knowing I was there when they needed me.
They won’t remember the dishes in the sink or the laundry that didn’t get folded.
They’ll remember me.
Being a stay-at-home mom isn’t easy. There are days when even 15 minutes alone feels impossible. Days where your routine falls apart and you feel like you’re just trying to stay afloat.
There are days I feel like I have no control over anything.
But if you’re here, you understand that.
And if you’re in that season too, I want you to know—some days will feel overwhelming, but you are doing more than you think. Your presence, your love, and your effort matter more than any perfectly kept home ever could.
It’s not easy… but it’s not impossible either 🤍
Mothers Hearth 