i think i have finally dialed in on the worst part

I do a lot of complaining about motherhood, about marriage, about pretty much anything. Here and elsewhere, oftentimes to anyone that will listen. 

I bitch and moan about how she throws her food on the floor and how she wouldn’t throw her food on the floor if I wasn’t feeding the baby and her dad wasn’t sitting at the table eating his down dinner, reading his own magazine ignoring her requests for UP DADDY! All done! She knows if she starts throwing her food on the floor he’ll get her cleaned up and out of her chair but her sweet, innocent asking politely requests will go ignored. Cause and effect, it is simple and she gets it, I try to tell her dad. It's too bad he doesn’t get it.

But that’s not the worst part.

I bitch about breastfeeding and about how my son doesn’t sleep through the blessed night and about how he poops out of every single blessed diaper I put on him resulting in mounds and mounds and MOUNDS of stained laundry.

That’s not the worst part either.

I bitch about how the girl threw a tantrum of epic proportions the other day in the driveway at daycare with everyone watching because she wanted to go for a walk right then and there and couldn’t wait the ten second drive until we got her home. I swooped her up and went to wrestle her flailing body in to her car seat when I heard something snap in my back. And it still fricking hurts. No amount of Advil touches the pain. It throbs and aches and I can’t even lift my baby out of his own bed.

SIGH. Nope, not it. It's not the worst part.

The worst part is sending your kid to daycare when you KNOW they’re sick. You know the diarrhea that went on all day yesterday and through half of the night isn’t done. You essentially turn a blind eye and tell yourself that maybe she’ll feel better after she wakes up and gets something in her belly. You send her with diaper rash so bad that she says OWIE! and cries and moans every single time you so much as mention changing her diaper. You send her knowing full well that she’ll come home and it will be worse. You send her because the mom has a bum back and can’t lift her and the dad is already seventy hours negative on vacation time. You send her because you really don’t have a choice.

Yep, for me that’s the worst part about being a mom.

What's the worst part for you?

Comments

[anne]

Here we go again...how is it the husband doesn't hear the child's screams of MO MILK PEES DADA!! HIGHCHAIR DADA!!! ALL DONE ALL DONE ALL DONE!! I mean, I get that those newspaper scores from yesterday's game are highly intriguing and all, but how can they NOT hear/see/feel the toddler explosion happening a foot away from them?

Worst part about being a mom for me? The feeling that every decision I make, no matter how minor, is having a major bearing on how this kid will ultimately turn out. OH THE PRESSURE!

[Becks]

that I come home when the hubs has had the kids ALL day and find out that a tornado has hit every room in my house, a pile of dirty dishes, kids in bed, him playing computer games...I go balistic! I am a nagging bitch when that happens. Is it really that hard to keep the kids happy and not totally piss off your wife by leaving a disaster for her to pick up...because you are too tired? Gimme a break! BUT on the other side I am wishing I could just give a little and not have to clean up all that crap and enjoy the kids like he does, but I just can't live in a disaster zone. I wish there was a happy medium in there. I am a clean freak, he isn't, we both want happy kids...

[Nicole Barczak]

:) This post speaks to me. Really does. I just wrote a big post about it LOL!