Even The Best Mothers Get Overwhelmed — How To Survive When You Feel Trapped | Katherine Agranovich

Here we are in a most spectacular setting by Mother Nature, a luxurious cabin by a serene lake—and I want to scream.

I was so excited about our summer vacation: mountains, biking, kayaking, roasting marshmallows over the fire pit. I don’t mind endless hours of cooking, serving the food, and matching the socks — I’m a mom; it’s my pleasure.

Yet, even I have my limits.

After three full days of loudness and rowdiness, offensive language and a deaf ear to my demands to stop, there is only one sound reverberating in my head: a loud buzz. I’ve checked out because no matter what I do at this point, it will only pour more gasoline on the fire and make the situation even worse.

Something must be done.

So, after years of riding the rollercoaster of motherhood, here’s what I’ve discovered works in these situations when you're just trying to survive without losing your mind.

Here's how even the best mothers get overwhelmed - how to survive when you feel trapped.

1. Remove yourself

Find a bathroom or closet and remove yourself from the chaos for a few moments of privacy.

2. Release the emotion

Throw a tantrum, just like your kids do (stamp your feet, shake your fists). You need to release that excess nervous energy.

3. Accept this is normal

Tell yourself it’s life. If not this madness, you’d be dealing with something else. Say, “This is normal. After all, I love them.”

4. Remember maturity

Remind yourself that you’re not a helpless, little kid. “I’m a mature adult, I’m in control, I can handle this. It’s up to me to create the family environment I want.”

5. Share from a center of calm

Once you’ve relaxed, come out from hiding. Share with your family what you want, what your expectations are, what’s important to you. Set up healthy boundaries. Repeat as often as needed.

The last night of the trip, I sit my boys down and tell them how important they are to me, how much I love and appreciate them. I apologize for losing my temper and explain how I’m doing the best I can, I’m taking responsibility and committing to handling myself better.

I tell them they’ve done nothing wrong; we are all learning here as individuals and as a family. I make sure they understand everything each of us does affects everyone else; this is how significant each of us is. Together, we decide it’s more fun to be nice and respectful towards one another.

We make a plan to give ourselves time outs when we get angry, during which we calm down and remind ourselves what’s truly important to us, and how much we love each other.

Later, in bed, too wound up to sleep, a two-year-old conversation surfaces in my mind, propelling me to a deeper, more profound understanding of motherhood.

I was at the park with my younger boys, who were running around and screaming while I, with my ultra-pregnant belly, chased after them, breathing heavily, when I heard someone call my name. It was a Russian acquaintance of mine with her 5-year-old, an only child. She looked at me sympathetically and asked:

“Isn’t it exhausting to have all these kids? Wouldn’t you rather be doing something else with your life?”

I didn’t answer her back because I couldn’t find the words. I wasn’t wise enough at the time to sprinkle the profound grace I’ve received from my kids’ onto her. Now, years later, I am ready to reply.

In my mind, I compose a letter…

Dear Masha,

My kids are not just a vigorously-active, noisy, whiny, needy, energetic, money-sucking bunch of brats who prevent me from doing what’s important, like running on my elliptical, studying new healing techniques, seeing clients, writing, getting facials and pedicures, reading a bunch of self-help books, flipping through the pages of Vogue and Coastal Living, meditating, taking naps… Actually, I do do all this, plus many other fun, cool things life has to offer.

“But how?” I can hear you ask, your eyebrows raised in surprise.

I’ll tell you.

You have to stop hiding behind a shield of excuses and filling endless journals with “if only I hadn’t had all these kids”, you have to stop holding family hostage and making them responsible for my physical, mental, and emotional well being. Instead of all that, I use the gifts they have given me to dissolve the layers of stories I have told myself.

I use them to erase the black scrawls on the wall of my ego, and to reveal the truth about who I am.

Even The Best Mothers Get Overwhelmed — How To Survive When You Feel Trapped

After years of riding the rollercoaster of motherhood, here’s what I’ve discovered actually works.