Mommy Needs A Vacation

    I've come to a very real and very disturbing realization lately and that's that I have become to hate being a mom. Which, as a woman who loves her kids more than air, I'm mortified by this feeling. But yet, here it is like a tumor growing inside my brain, this love/hate relationship with my life. Yes, I love the hugs and kisses and laughs and smiles and giggles and.... but when it comes down to it... Mommy needs a vacation.
    I need a long hot shower. I need to be able to pee without it becoming a spectator sport.  I need to be able to remember just who I am without my kids.
    I'm sorry if this seems like a long rant about the evils of motherhood but honestly, I just would like to know am I the only one? Is this life from now on? Is there a trick to getting over this funk? Is it just a phase? I feel like someone let out all of my fun Mommy air and turned me into an old dud with no more patience.