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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Just Another Bad Mom Day
I like to think of myself as a relatively honest person. Relatively.
Sometimes, I don't like my children. Sure I love them, deeply. But like them? Everyday? These monsters who hit and bite me. Who scream for reasons unbeknownst to be. The offspring that don't sleep through the night, nap, or change their own diapers? They are not my best friends.
This mom gig is hard.
There are days when I want to sleep more than ANYTHING. Really. Vacation in a warm place with unlimited free booze? Only if I can sleep as long as I want, uninterrupted, and wake up on MY schedule. Thanks.
Some times I have to make the tough choice, should I read and play with my kids or...well we could fill this blank a thousand times over.
I was a much better mom before I had kids. Heck. I was a much better mom with ONE child! Now, I'm riddled with guilt.
I don't spend enough (really, what is enough?!) one on one time with Cason.
He's not getting the same mom Kiara did. Pretty sure he's damaged beyond repair.
I encourage Kiara's independence, because I'm lazy. "Sure, read another book by yourself. Wait, why don't you read to Cason and mommy can try and empty the dishwasher?"
They (ya both) have a gross amount of daily screen time.
Except for dinner, she pretty much eats whatever she wants.
She loves Lady Gaga.
We have no schedule.
We're not in any classes.
I don't think we've ever bought a toy.
I don't do crafts.
I expect too much from them sometimes.
I forget things. Like water cups and clean clothes.
I've pushed Kiara off a swing. She did a full back flip. *Shudder* It was the worst thing to witness and I felt TERRIBLE.
Guilt.
Honestly though, I think guilt comes with being a mom. And I want my mom friends to let go of theirs, so I set mine free. (Let's be honest, it's not that easy, I'm working on it.) It's hard. Everyday is a set of new choices and challenges. Everyone has their reasons for making the choices they do. Let's not perpetrate the stereotype that we're SUPERMOMS. Sure, there is a few of you out there. But me? I can stay in my rob until 2pm no problem. I might only leave the house to play in the yard for days on end. If I shower twice a week, it's a good one. Nothing super here.
At the end of the day, I keep my family running. Some days we run better than others. Some days we don't run at all, but I'm the hub. I'm the Mom. And bad or not, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Sometimes, I don't like my children. Sure I love them, deeply. But like them? Everyday? These monsters who hit and bite me. Who scream for reasons unbeknownst to be. The offspring that don't sleep through the night, nap, or change their own diapers? They are not my best friends.
This mom gig is hard.
There are days when I want to sleep more than ANYTHING. Really. Vacation in a warm place with unlimited free booze? Only if I can sleep as long as I want, uninterrupted, and wake up on MY schedule. Thanks.
Some times I have to make the tough choice, should I read and play with my kids or...well we could fill this blank a thousand times over.
I was a much better mom before I had kids. Heck. I was a much better mom with ONE child! Now, I'm riddled with guilt.
I don't spend enough (really, what is enough?!) one on one time with Cason.
He's not getting the same mom Kiara did. Pretty sure he's damaged beyond repair.
I encourage Kiara's independence, because I'm lazy. "Sure, read another book by yourself. Wait, why don't you read to Cason and mommy can try and empty the dishwasher?"
They (ya both) have a gross amount of daily screen time.
Except for dinner, she pretty much eats whatever she wants.
She loves Lady Gaga.
We have no schedule.
We're not in any classes.
I don't think we've ever bought a toy.
I don't do crafts.
I expect too much from them sometimes.
I forget things. Like water cups and clean clothes.
I've pushed Kiara off a swing. She did a full back flip. *Shudder* It was the worst thing to witness and I felt TERRIBLE.
Guilt.
Honestly though, I think guilt comes with being a mom. And I want my mom friends to let go of theirs, so I set mine free. (Let's be honest, it's not that easy, I'm working on it.) It's hard. Everyday is a set of new choices and challenges. Everyone has their reasons for making the choices they do. Let's not perpetrate the stereotype that we're SUPERMOMS. Sure, there is a few of you out there. But me? I can stay in my rob until 2pm no problem. I might only leave the house to play in the yard for days on end. If I shower twice a week, it's a good one. Nothing super here.
At the end of the day, I keep my family running. Some days we run better than others. Some days we don't run at all, but I'm the hub. I'm the Mom. And bad or not, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Did I mention I also practice child labour?
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