If you hand a mom a snooze button, she’s definitely going to hit it.
Once she hits that snooze button, it’s guaranteed she’ll find herself running late.
And when she’s running late, the kids will have to settle for granola bars for breakfast.
If they munch on granola bars in the car, there’s bound to be a trail of crumbs left behind.
Those crumbs? Well, that means mom will eventually have to face the car clean-up.
But let’s be honest—she won’t bother. It’s just a minivan, not a fancy limousine for a wedding. It’s like those crumbs have taken up residence. Welcome back, crumbs! Just hang out with the stale fries and that sticky mess in the cup holder.
If mom were to clean up every crumb from the endless snacks her kids devoured in the car, she’d have to care. And honestly, after sleepless nights and the memory of the doctor saying “Push!”—with her turning to her partner and declaring, “You’ll regret it if you tell me to breathe!”—she simply doesn’t have the energy to care.
Had she found a way to breeze through childbirth without pain, she’d be a superhero—think Wonder Woman, but rocking jeans and a comfy tee instead of a leotard. With her superpowers, she’d dash off to volunteer at school, pick up groceries, or head to work to earn money for more snacks, or maybe just get back home to vacuum the living room because, let’s face it, the car can wait.
If she manages to juggle all that volunteering, shopping, and working, she’ll still save some energy for the kid who jumps off the bus with a surprise project he didn’t mention until the last minute. She’ll stay up late, blow dryer in hand, trying to finish the volcano project he forgot about. Once that’s wrapped up, she might tackle some cleaning, pack a lunch, or match socks—maybe, just maybe, none of the above.
If matching socks doesn’t happen, she might opt for a second (or third, because drying volcanoes is thirsty work) glass of wine and catch up on her favorite shows. After all, who needs matched socks when they seem to vanish into thin air?
If she can’t tackle the sock matching, she’ll try to get some sleep, but her eyes will stay wide open until at least midnight. And even then, they’ll snap back open because wasn’t there a permission slip to sign or a check to write? And what’s that smell? How long has that load been sitting in the washer?
After shuffling into the kitchen for the checkbook or into the laundry room to investigate the musty towels, if she has any energy left, she’ll lie in bed, scrolling on her phone until the late hours.
And if she’s up late, you can bet she’ll be hitting that snooze button again in the morning.
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In summary, the cycle of motherhood is often a whirlwind of chaos, laughter, and the occasional glass of wine—always punctuated by that trusty snooze button.