Imagine someone telling you about a job that has plenty of perks, an equal amount of challenges, no time off and no pay. Would you take it?

Well, put it that way, and I wouldn’t; but I signed up for motherhood anyways. Three times actually. (Did anybody find my sleep? I seem to have misplaced it. ) 

Being a mom of three boys is no joke! There’s never a dull moment, and your mind is always racing about the next move to attempt to keep the house running smoothly.

I’m feeling the eye rolls from the moms of four or more children, but guess what? I can be tired too. LOL. Feel free to tell everyone about your experience on your own blog post… on your own website.

And that’s another thing. Motherhood is not a competition. It doesn’t pay to have anything “worse” than anyone else. It’s not a race to see who can run on less sleep or which child behaves more badly.

We all have our loads to bear, so stop. (Not gonna lie, though. We’re sorta judging you, mother of one kid who complains about only being able to sleep for 10 hours before your child wakes you up. )

Okay. Back to the point.

Motherhood to me means you’re on alert, all the time. I can barely finish a thought, and everything I do is interrupted.

Here’s a typical day for me with my sons ages 5, 2 and 8 months :

• 4 a.m. – Feed the baby.
• 5:45 a.m. – The 5-year-old wakes up.
• 6 a.m. – He starts getting ready for school.
• 6:30 a.m. (on a good day)  – The 2-year-old wakes up, and he starts getting ready for daycare.
• 6:30 a.m. (on a good day) – The 2-year-old isn’t awake yet, so I decide to get ready, then get him ready when he wakes up around 7 a.m.
• 6:30 a.m. (on a not-so-good day) – The 2-year-old isn’t awake yet, so I decide to get ready, but he’s still not awake when I’m done, so I have to poke the bear. This leads to a morning of whining, crying and mood swings.
• 7 a.m. – Feed the world’s pickiest eaters.
• 7:30 a.m. – Wonder why my energy is already half empty and proceed to not be late for drop-off at school.
• 7:45 a.m. – Run out the door with the kids because after packing everything up and making sure the right jackets/accessories are on, we’re running a bit behind.
• 7:45 – 8:30 a.m. – Things are a blur, but after strapping up and unsnapping kids, I somehow make it to work.
• 5 p.m. – I clock out of my full-time job and get right back on the clock of my 24/7 job.
• 5:30 – 6 p.m. –  I pray to God for strength because I’m in the last stretch of the day. I pick up the kids and head home.
• 6:15 p.m. – Help with any homework and/or feed the baby.
• 6:30 p.m. – Make or order dinner for the pickiest eaters on the planet. Then, give the children a chance to eat, chill and play.
• 7:30 p.m. – Get the kids ready for bed or feed the baby. (He’s a hungry baby.)
• 8 p.m. – The oldest two get in bed, and I try to put the baby to sleep.
• 8:15 p.m. – The 2-year-old tosses and turns, so I tell him to go to bed numerous times.
• 8:30 p.m. – I realize that I either have work to do, a blog post/podcast to edit or random things to do for other people.
• 10 p.m. – I finish up and think, “Hey! The night is still young! I’m watching all of my shows and scrolling through social media to get caught up on the latest memes. It’s only going up from here!”
• 10:03 p.m. – I fall asleep with the remote or my phone in hand as the television watches me.
• 12 a.m. – I may or may not get up and actually go to bed properly.
• 3 a.m. – It’s all a toss up at this point. I may be asleep or the baby may wake up. Either way, my day restarts in about an hour.

Can you see now why adding pee wee football practice to the mix shook me up when I heard about it? That shifts the sleep schedule back by about an hour, leaving me less time to tie up loose ends before I fall asleep.

My life is like a Tetris game. I’m constantly trying to shift things in hopes that they come together and create room for the next round of madness that may come. And by the end of the day, I’m wondering how it all happened.

I wouldn’t trade my kids for anything, though.

That’s the crazy thing about motherhood. The days are long, and the emotions can run high; and somehow, a bout of pure laughter will restore order enough to do it all over again.

It’s not an easy job, but I accepted the position and plan to do it to the best of my ability.

So, yes, I’m serving a life sentence without parole because motherhood is forever⁠—a tiring job from which you cannot retire. Thankfully, I’m not serving it alone. I have my husband by my side and three little guys who stick to us like magnets. I think we’ll be alright.

I may try something new in this week’s video. Maybe I’ll have you come along with me and see the craziness of my day-to-day life firsthand. This should be fun…