When motherhood is miserable

Chappell Roan isn't totally wrong.

Some things in life feel off-limits to say you dislike. Motherhood is one of them. Also marriage, and family of origin. Nobody’s supposed to hate your family - the one you created or the one you came from. But are we doing more harm than helping by pretending everything’s always unicorns and rainbows?

I remember being a first-time mom and wondering in absolute shock why the world didn’t warn me about how absolutely miserable it would be to get engorged, have mastitis, be leaking from multiple areas, wear an adult diaper for days while I literally worried I was bleeding to death (“nope this is normal,” said the ER nurse!), or how it would feel to be delirious with sleep deprivation 6 weeks into not having more than 2 hours of consecutive sleep. Sadly, this isn’t the most miserable I’ve been as a mom.

I’ve been momming for over a decade, 12.5 years if you’re counting, and in total transparency, I actually have been miserable at times. Not just like a “hard day” but like “I actually feel like I hate my life right now.” And not just when I’m fresh from delivering a baby. So let’s talk about when and why.