Sometimes it's just not good.

The environment here can be (a little bit) stressful.

Churning, grinding, fraying, continuous, destructive, noisy, negative, unproductive, constant correction requiring, full of conflict and turmoil, loud, endless interruptions, screaming, resistance, bickering and crying and whining and wailing, hitting, the simplest tasks are monumental, scratching, kicking, biting, stomping, stream of offenses, enormous explosion like messes, needy, moody, bossy, battling, can't turn my back because I never know what I will find when I look again or how high the price will be for my moment of stolen peace, bring me to the brink of I don't know exactly what, but it's certainly not favorable, and I have no idea what to do to make things better, stomach-ache inducing, this job simply must be beyond a normal human being's capacity to do well because I, for one, am miserably failing everyone and stumbling around with no apparent effectiveness, which leads me to believe I could surely do something more competently with my time and ability because I think I used to be a person with some sort of skill that was appreciated by someone, stressful.
Then, the clock turns to 7:34 am.

And, I pick myself up and carry on because I have no choice.

It's the stuff that doesn't make it into neatly cropped and visually enhanced photos.

Thrown in are the tender, beautiful moments of extraordinary bliss where I feel there is nothing better than this very instant and my breath catches in my chest as I look at their faces and see the goodness and love and joy and it's as if time is standing still and everything else easily fades away, and I know this is exactly where I was meant to be because there is nothing I will ever experience that is more pure and exquisite in my lifetime on this earth, my heart could burst with happiness because of this....but....those....moments....are.....fleeting.....

Love is messy.

I saw something on a very popular blog that suggested we moms should keep it real and tell our true stories without trying to gloss over the hard parts. Ok. There you have it. Real.
Inspiring, right? Perhaps that's not what she meant.....