Being a mom is tough.
Being surrounded by fits and "no"s and "she hit me"s and "mine"s is tough.
Being mistaken for a jungle gym and getting a finger in the eye or a foot to the cheek almost daily is tough.
Having to keep your cool when your two little wonders decide that doing the exact opposite of what you tell them would be hilarious is tough.
And hearing your two-year-old tell you to leave her alone for the first time is really, really tough.
And then your 3-year-old writes her name all by herself for the first time.
And your 2-year-old goes on the potty for the first time.
And you get to lay in bed with your two little girls reading story after story while they hold hands and the 3-year-old rubs your head and whispers "I'm the happiest girl in the world, Mommy."
Then it becomes a whole lot of easy and you wonder what you were ever complaining about.