When the Tub Becomes a Toilet: A Love Letter to the Overstimulated Mom

🖋 Dear Tired Mom, From Me…

Today, I hit a new low. Not metaphorically—literally.

The dog peed in the bathtub.
It’s 94 degrees outside.
My toddler woke up with the sun, demanding snacks and space missions.
And work? Work is pulling every last bit of energy from the tiny reserves I had left.

I tried to start my morning grounded. I whispered my mantra:
“Let it go. Let it be.”
But the hours rolled by.
The heat, the whining, the sensory overload… and suddenly, “let it go” turned into “I might explode.”

There’s a level of overstimulation that’s hard to describe until you’re living it—where the noise never stops, your name is called every 10 seconds, and silence feels like a luxury item you can’t afford.

My patience? Ran off with my sanity somewhere around lunch.
My peace? Probably hiding behind the bathroom door… if the dog didn’t pee on it first.

But even in this mess—literally and emotionally—I know I’m not alone.
And neither are you.

So, if today broke you a little too, I just want to say:
You are doing enough. You are allowed to lose your cool.
Even when the mantra doesn’t work, even when the tub becomes a toilet, even when your thoughts feel like static—you are still a good mom.

Take a breath, if you can.
Cry in the bathroom, if you need.
And if today wasn’t the win you hoped for, maybe surviving it was the win you needed.

From one overstimulated, overtired, emotionally-fried mom to another—
I see you.
I am you.
We’ll try again tomorrow.

— The Whispered Word by DC