Scratch that, I lied. All days are rough.
There are days that are better than others, and times where I'm not sure whether or not I'll make it until my husband walks through the door. It's part of motherhood, and I accept and love the task.
But it's not the coffee my husband brings me each morning, the bits of chocolate I am able to sneak every now and then, or the nightly glass of wine that fuels my tired self.
It's my staircase sprinkled with cowboy boots,
the creative way my boys recycle old pickle jars,
the candy wrappers that do their best to cover up for the culprit who consumed them,
the little gifts I'm given when it's not even a holiday,
and my walls checkered with the most brilliant artwork known to man.
(Lady Liberty. Isn't she lovely?)
This is MY fuel. The little glimpses that catch my eye throughout the day and remind me to pause, smile, and laugh.
These unexpected treasures that appear on a daily basis are the reasons why motherhood isn't as hard as it sometimes may seem.
What's YOUR fuel?