You ever had one of those "mom wants to blow her brains out" days? (Figuratively, of course, cause if you literally have, you might wanna get some help for that.) Well, today is one of those days.
I'm such a good mom that my kids won't leave me alone.
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Mom
Now multiply that times 1000 and that's probably how many times I hear this every day... multiplied by three kids, plus what I'm sure my 6 month old is babbling that equals "mom." It's like, seriously, you know you have a Dad too, right? He can do the same things as I can and is more than willing to, but for some reason, Mom's lap is more comfortable, Mom's chest looks like it's more fun to wipe snot on, Mom must be a better nose wiper, Mom looks like a better target to throw toys at... ugh. It's not that my kids are bad kids, but apparently they think I enjoy their affection. I appreciate it, sure, but could I live without it here and there? Sure. I mean, fast forward to their teens and I'm sure they will hate me plenty. And it's not that I wait on my kids hand and foot or they are spoiled (can you really spoil a baby?) The older two are quite willing and capable of doing a lot of things. Now that my daughter can get her own cereal or breakfast, I've reached a point where I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Then there's the fussing. I've always said a child fussing/whining is like nails on a chalkboard. Seriously? What's it gonna accomplish other than the whole blowing the brains out thing? Sometimes, I just want them to stfu. Go ahead, judge me for saying that, but seriously, Kid, stfu. Like when my toddler wakes up before he should have from his nap, cause you know, he'd miss out on some huge event if he stays asleep. He fusses... and fusses... and screams... and fusses... and screams, on end, for like 20 minutes. Nothing appeases him. Well, after last night's lack of sleep, the migraine I had from the lack of sleep, not eating today cause nothing sounded good, and not getting any type of break this weekend, I was just trying to get some pinning done for a bit and the toddler wakes up screaming. My husband tries to appease him, but it doesn't work. They go in the living room (which has one of those big open wall spaces so you can see into the kitchen) and I'm at the table at the computer... and he's screaming, so I put my head down and silently cry because I'm up to my eyeballs with stress and all that is left is the short space from my eyeballs to the top of my head. My husband tells me to go lie in the bedroom, but what good would that do me? I'd still hear him.
Alas, I found a solution. Here I sit, blogging, with headphones in and cranked up so high I can't hear anything but my iTunes playlist. Luckily my husband feels sorry for me and instead of being pissed, looks like he feels like he wants to cry cause he feels so bad for me. I'll take it... and here's to a possible future solution for when that brain blowing out thing hits me again.
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