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Finding My Damn Self Again: A Rollercoaster Ride Through Motherhood, Magic, and Sleep

Do I have the freaking “mommy gene”? Seriously, some days, I’m not so sure. It’s like being trapped in a never-ending loop of “Mom, Mom, Mom” that just won’t quit. And let me tell you, it’s enough to drive a person to the brink of insanity.

I mean, who knew that motherhood would feel like death by a thousand cuts? It’s like torture, but with diapers and tantrums instead of waterboarding.

After birthing my second kid, the struggle became even realer. Trying to juggle a career and motherhood was like trying to juggle flaming chainsaws – impossible and downright dangerous. So, I did what any sane person would do: I threw in the damn towel and became a stay-at-home mom. Not exactly my dream gig, but hey, life is full of surprises, right?

As I stumbled my way through the trenches of motherhood, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d lost a piece of myself along the way. Where the hell did that badass chick who used to run the show disappear to? It was a freaking mystery.

But then, in a stroke of genius, I decided to sprinkle a little MAGIC into the mix. I’m talking about bedtime rituals, imaginary friends – the whole shebang. And you know what? It worked like a charm. Suddenly, we were all sleeping like babies (well, except for the actual baby, but you get the idea).

Ah, SLEEP – the holy grail of motherhood. Its arrival was like a miracle. With each peaceful night, I felt more like myself again. The fog of exhaustion lifted, and I could finally see straight. It was a damn revelation.

But the journey didn’t stop there, oh no. With magic and sleep on my side, I set out to create the life I damn well deserved. And let me tell you, it wasn’t always rainbows and sunshine. There were plenty of bumps along the way – meltdowns, messes, you name it. But through it all, I refused to back down.

So, do I have the “mommy gene”? Who the hell knows. But what I do have is a heart full of love for my kids and a spirit that refuses to be crushed. And as I continue to navigate this crazy ride called motherhood, I do so with a fire in my belly and a sprinkle of magic to light the way. So buckle up, folks – it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

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