Kimberly Muro is the honest, supportive, talented writer behind Mama’s Monologues. Her posts are oh-so-relatable (I may have had one of these exact days….many times). She’s not afraid to share when she’s struggling, which is always refreshing for the rest of us to read.

Kim is also a fabulous designer, and such a pleasure to work with. She could not be more understanding or accommodating when it comes to getting your design just right.

In a few shorts weeks, I’ll be welcoming her to the Mom of Four Club (of which I am most definitely NOT the president). I can’t wait to hear all about her newest precious bundle!

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Welcome, Kim!

 

Several years ago I left my job and decided to stay at home, full time, with my kids.

I had visions of endless play time, flexible schedules, and multiple outings each week.

I saw lazy afternoons, peaceful mornings, and routines that were worked around us.

I wanted it all. I was ready for it.

So I did it.

I jumped in to this new role at home.

I was prepared for my visions of days filled with ease to come to life.

Instead I was hit with a major dose of reality.

Our mornings race by in a blur.

The moodiness and stubbornness get the better of the 2 foot tall bosses in the next room.

The days are spent running behind a toddler, cleaning up the mess as he races on to the next adventure.

Plans and play dates that were previously made need to be cancelled or rescheduled or forgotten altogether.

There is no time to eat. To sit. To breathe.

It’s a race against time.

My visions weren’t accurate.

My expectations were completely skewed.

My days are spent in a fog, treading through the waters of motherhood.

I am shaken from my dreams of relaxing days and flexible schedules by a child’s cry for Mommy at 2:00 am.

My head spins, my muscles ache, and my thoughts are jumbled.

But through it all, my heart is full.

It’s hectic. Chaotic. And frustrating.

But I’m here. Spending my days alongside of my children.

Watching them grow. Seeing them smile. Unfolding their adventures.

I get to hear their laughter and giggles all day long.

I get to comfort all of their boo-boos and dry all of their tears.

I’m here when they wake up and am able to put them to sleep every day.

And to me? That is the best job in the world.

I wouldn’t change a thing.