Mom Rage is Real – And You’re Not a Bad Mom for Feeling It

The Boiling Point No One Warns You About

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It starts small. Maybe someone spills milk again. Or your toddler screams because you gave them the wrong color cup (even though it’s the exact one they asked for). Or your partner walks past the overflowing laundry basket like it’s invisible. And suddenly, you feel it bubbling up—that heat in your chest, the clenching jaw, the urge to just scream.

And sometimes… you do.

It’s called mom rage, and if you're feeling it, you are not alone.

What Is Mom Rage, Really?

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It’s not just being “a little irritated.” It’s the kind of anger that takes you by surprise. The kind that makes you feel like you're watching yourself from the outside, wondering who this person even is.

You’re snapping over a dropped spoon, slamming cabinets, or crying in the bathroom because you’re so full of everything and have nowhere to put it.

And then? The guilt. That sinking, horrible shame that whispers “You’re a terrible mom.” That voice? Lies.

Why It Happens (Spoiler: You're Not Broken)

Mom rage is usually the final result of carrying way too much for way too long—without rest, support, or space to breathe.

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Let’s break it down:

Sleep deprivation – Torture, plain and simple.
Sensory overload – Noise, mess, chaos… nonstop.
The invisible mental load – Appointments, meal plans, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, meeting your partner's needs, work, finances, PJ day at school—all of it lives in your brain.
Lack of support – Emotionally, practically, or both.
Pressure to be perfect – From Pinterest, Instagram, or just ourselves.

You’re not broken. You’re burnt out. You’re not mean. You’re overstimulated.

The Shame Game

Why don’t we talk about this? Because we’re supposed to be the calm ones. The patient ones. The soft and steady center.

But what if you're drowning? What if your nervous system is frayed and fried and no one notices until you finally explode?

The silence around mom rage only makes it worse. It isolates us. So let's name it. Let's normalize it. Let's take away the shame.

What Helps (Even a Little)

There’s no magic fix, but these things have helped me—and maybe they'll help you too:

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Naming it – “I feel like I’m about to explode” gives me a pause.
Taking 30 seconds alone – Bathroom lock. Deep breath. Reset.
Lowering the bar – Chicken nuggets for dinner is okay (sometimes). So is a messy house.
Talking to someone – You are not meant to carry this alone.
Letting go of perfection – Your kids don’t need perfect. They need you—loved, human, and trying.