I love being a mom. I really do. When my daughter runs across the room and gives me a big hug while saying, “I love you, Mommy,” it just makes me melt. I love watching her when she finally succeeds at something she has been trying for awhile. I love hearing her made up little songs.
But then there are “those” days. Weeks, even. You know the ones I’m talking about. There are toys everywhere, cereal has been ground in the carpet, you don’t even know what is on the sofa, the kid(s) have screamed all day and refused to take a nap, you’re not sure if you even brushed your hair, you haven’t been able to pee in peace all day let alone sit and relax, and dinner isn’t even thought about yet and it’s 4:30pm. All you want is quiet, your favorite show, and a bottle glass of wine. It’s those days that make you wonder why you are a parent.
It’s those days that make you miss the days before kids. It’s those days (if you are a stay at home mom) that make you envy your husband getting to go to work and get away. And it’s those days you fantasize about years from now when all the kids are grown. It’s those days you really hate being a parent.
Do I have any words of wisdom for you? Nope. Sorry. I don’t. Because I am right in the trenches with you. I can tell you that not every day is awful. That is what gets me through the rough patches. I know that not every day, not every week, is hard. I know these are just rough days, not the norm. Just because I am having a day/week where I really hate being a parent, that does not mean I hate my child. It just means life is tough right now. It’s no different than having a rough patch at any other job…other than you never get to get away from your job.
There are times during those rough days where I just utter up a quick, “Lord, she’s driving me crazy! Help me get through this day” prayer…multiple times a day. There are days where the TV is on so much, just to keep the tantrums to a minimum. And yes, there are times on those days where I dip into my secret stash of chocolate and go hide in the bathroom with my phone.
So no, this is not a “how to handle those days” type of post. This is a “I understand. I’m there with you” type of post. Know that you aren’t alone. And can you share some of your secret chocolate stash with me? I ran out. 😉
Come party with me! Here are all the link parties I do each week.