Mom Life: Unfiltered | Post 1

I love my kids. I would walk through fire for them. I’d give them the last cookie. I’d clean up vomit at 2 a.m. with a flashlight and a prayer. (And Josh’s help)

But if one of them says “Mom?” one more time today just to show me a booger or tell me that Jupiter is soooo big—I’m moving into the chicken coop and going off the grid.

I mean it. Don’t send help.

The talking starts early and doesn’t stop

The chatter starts before I’ve even made it to the coffee pot.

• “What are we doing today?”

• “Can I have a snack?”

• “Can we go to the park?”

• “What’s your favorite dinosaur and WHY?”

And I’m like: Bro, I don’t even know my name yet. Can I sip this coffee before you quiz me on prehistoric reptiles?

It continues through breakfast, through “school,” through errands, through bedtime. And no, bedtime is not the end. Bedtime is prime question time.

Why Is Everyone Always Touching Me and Talking to Me?

Being a mom is like being the Wi-Fi:

Always on. Always available. Always interrupted.

And don’t get me wrong—I love that they want to share every thought in their busy little brains. I really do. But sometimes my brain is like, “Yeah, no. We’re full. Come back later.”

It’s not that I don’t care. It’s just that if I have to respond to one more dinosaur fact or explain why you can’t eat marshmallows for breakfast (again), I’m going to require a 48-hour silence retreat.

Alone. With snacks. And nobody asking me where their socks are.

Cue the Mom Guilt (Because Of Course)

Here’s the messed up part: I feel guilty for wanting quiet.

Like, how dare I want to hear my own thoughts?

How selfish of me to want a minute of peace in my own bathroom without narrating a rescue mission for a lost Lego head.

But I’m calling it out:

Wanting silence doesn’t make you a bad mom. It makes you a human with ears and a breaking point.

You can be a good mom and still need your kids to just… zip it for a few blessed minutes.

What I Do When the Words Won’t Stop

Do I have a magical fix? LOL. No.

But here are a few tricks I’ve tried:

• Quiet time (aka “talk-to-your-stuffed-animal time”)

• Snacks (because chewing = silence and I am not above bribery)(but chew with your mouth closed!!)

• Alexa, play ocean sounds and pray for a miracle

• Car rides with music loud enough to drown out sibling debates

• And the classic: “Go outside and talk to the chickens.”

Honestly, I’d pay real money if those chickens could absorb just one of my responsibilities.

Reminder for the Tired Moms Who Just Need a Minute

If your ears are ringing, your brain is melting, and you’ve answered 237 questions before 9 a.m.—you are not alone.

You’re not failing. You’re not mean.

You’re just a mom who loves her kids… but also wants them to hush for five seconds.

So go ahead. Take the snack into the bathroom. Lock the door. Sit on the floor if you need to.

I won’t judge.

In fact, I’ll raise my cold coffee to you in solidarity.

You’re doing amazing—even if the noise makes you want to scream into a pillow first.