- After dealing with a screaming baby in the middle of the night, my husband tags me in. He throws the thrashing child to me, books out of the dark room only to go full force into the doorway, knocking himself out for a moment and tumbling to the floor. Now I’m faced with a decision: do I deal with the out of control child in my lap or be sure my husband knows my name and that of the President?
- After changing my daughter in a public bathroom I too have to go. I squeeze into the small stall and manage to do my business while making sure she doesn’t touch a thing and nothing touches her. She is getting restless and clingy. Do I have her play with the toilet paper roll, knowing full well that I will have to unteach this lesson when we get home, or have her sit in my lap and really take on the challenge as to how much I can do with one hand?
- After wrestling a one year old who refuses to get changed and is over tired, I finally manage to get her diaper off, only to have her roll onto her tummy, bare butt up in the air and promptly fall asleep on the change pad. Do I try to get her diaper back on gingerly as not to wake her and get her somehow, with the help of God, to her crib without screaming, or quickly run and get my camera to take a picture?
If you’re tired just thinking about anything I’ve just mentioned than hooray! I welcome you and hope to have you as a follower. If you disagree with anything I may say feel free to comment, but be kind as I’m fragile and may cry. But consider that I might just have something interesting to say and that the aforementioned stories (which are completely and sadly true) illustrate my point. That being a parent is all about choices, not knowing what decision is going to be right, feeling you always should’ve done one thing when you do another, and always feeling guilty. Toss in some other random emotions like insecurity, frustration, and anger along with a heap of fatigue and you’ve got a cocktail that doesn’t go down easy anyway you serve it.
So go ahead, look around, be sure no one is watching and click on the “follow” button. I won’t be offended when you minimize your screen to read this or quickly switch to Angry Birds if viewing from your phone. Because you and I both know that after you’ve been thrown up on at 3am or sat down and cried because you’ve let your daughter cry it out too long, or had some part of your body exposed because your kid is grabbing onto everything piece of your clothing as she moves, you too consider these to be the reasons why parenthood sucks....sometimes.