When Motherhood Feels Like a Cage Match — And You’re Losing

Welcome back to Unfiltered Diaries,
where we speak the truths most moms whisper to themselves in the shower. Today’s entry? Whew. Raw, honest, and painfully real. Let’s get into it.

Dear diary…

“Sick of my kids at the moment. I’m a super devoted mum. I’ve given them my all. My 9-month-old is constantly frustrated and always pulling my hair and scratching my face. Just so done with being beaten up and having no time or space to meet my own needs—or control over my time. Constant whining and demands. Don’t judge me please. Write me back: sympathy. Solidarity. Advice. Anything.“
— From Bleugh Mom

Bleugh Mom… First of all, I feel you. Every word. This isn’t a meltdown—it’s a moment. A breaking point. And it matters.

Motherhood can feel like a never-ending loop—giving, soothing, sacrificing—only to get a tiny fist to the face for your efforts. Have you ever been so touched-out that hearing “Mama” one more time makes you want to scream into a pillow? Loved your child so deeply while also fantasizing about checking into a hotel… alone… with snacks… and silence? Yeah. Same.

This phase? It’s intense. It’s loud. It’s nonstop. It stretches you to the edge of your sanity. You’re not imagining it. You’re not being dramatic. You’re just tired—bone-deep, relentless tired.

Let’s be clear: You’re not a bad mom for feeling done. You’re a human being who’s been in overdrive for months—no pause, no personal space, no control over your own time. You’ve been “on” for so long that “off” feels like a fantasy. And the worst part? No applause.

No one claps when you survive the day—but I will. 👏

So here’s your permission slip:

It’s okay to resent the noise, the clinginess, the relentless neediness.
It’s okay to want five minutes to yourself without feeling guilty.
It’s okay to say, “I love you, but I need a damn break.”

You’re not weak. You’re just tapped out.

And if no one has said it lately: You’re doing an incredible job holding it together in a stage designed to tear you apart.

🛟 Some Survival Tips (Not Fixes—Just Floats):

Tag someone in. Even if it’s for 30 minutes. A neighbor, friend, partner—someone who can hold the baby so you can reclaim your body for a bit.
Noise-canceling headphones. I mean it. Let them whine with you half-listening to ocean waves or a podcast that reminds you you’re still a whole person.
Towel trick: Put a towel between you and the baby while holding them. It sounds wild but can help with the hair-pulling and scratching.
Lower the bar. If the baby is safe and fed and you need to sit them in a playpen to breathe for 10 minutes—do it. They’ll be fine. You’ll be better.

And when the guilt creeps in? Tell it to sit down.

Because you’re not failing—you’re feeling. And that’s the most honest thing a mother can do.

You’re not “bleugh,” mama. You’re bold. You’re fighting through the exhaustion, through the mess, through the days that demand more than they give. And no, you won’t feel this way forever. But right now? You get to say, “This is hard.” And we’ll nod, we’ll exhale, we’ll say, “Same, sis.”

You’re tired, but you’re here. You’re showing up, even when it feels impossible. And one day soon, you’ll look back—not just at survival, but at the love you carried through every weary step. Even when the days gave you nothing, you still gave them you.

Ever had a day where showing up felt like a marathon?
Where your body is touched out, your brain is fried, and you just need five minutes to breathe without someone needing something? Yeah. We get it. We’ve been there. Maybe you’re there right now.

And when the doubt creeps in—when that voice whispers that you should be doing more, feeling differently, holding it together better—let it go. You’re not broken. You’re stretched. You’re not failing. You’re feeling. And that’s what makes you real, what makes you present, what makes you a damn good mother.

So if today feels like a battle… if showing up takes everything you’ve got… know this: It matters. You matter.
And one day soon, you’ll see it—not just in hindsight, but in the love that grew even in the hardest moments.

💬 What do you do when the “bleugh” days hit hard? Comment below—let’s remind each other we’re not alone.

You’re here. And that’s enough.

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