Life is HARD.

I think maybe I should start every blog post with this sentence. Do you understand what I’m saying?

LIFE IS HARD.

OK, it’s not always hard, but I find it’s usually hardest when you’re doing it right. If you’re like me, you’re struggling. You want the people you care about to be happy, and fulfilled. You want them to be comfortable and to breath easy when then come home every night. You want them to feel loved.

The question is, do you take responsibility for this? Or more specifically, should I take responsibility for it?

That’s a damned tough question. And honestly, one for which there is no true answer. As a mother, I feel creating a home and life that is suitable for my family’s satisfaction is my job. But it’s also my job to teach my children how to be adults. And that is HARD.

But it’s worth it. It’s worth it to take care of things AND fight the fights that are necessary to make sure they learn to be responsible adults. It’s not my job to do everything, because that would not be preparing them for the real world. In the real world, you have to shut off lights, wash the dishes and lock the doors…or else you’ll be poor, buggy and murdered.

It’s not that complicated.