I love my job. No, really. I do. But every once in a while I just get fed up with being a full time stay-at-home mom. Today was definitely one of those days. But more so. Today I was just fed up of having kids at all.
The last 24 hours have brought urine and squash on my carpet, crayon on my walls, the iPod speaker getting dropped (and possibly broken), toys left on the floor and stepped on (I hate Lego) and a creeping and pervasive mess in my house.
I just feel as though the kids are gradually turning everything we own into absolute crap!
I remember one day not long after my grandpa died when I broke a bowl. It was an accident. I opened the cupboard and it fell onto the ceramic tile floor in my parents' kitchen. My mom screamed at me, and then she started sobbing. Her parents had bought her those dishes when she got married, and she was devastated when that bowl broke. I thought she was being ridiculous at the time.
I so get that now.
Nobody tells you when you start this whole parenting thing that all your stuff will be systematically destroyed. You know, it would probably be really good birth control if they did.
I love my little mess makers, but jeez louise, enough already.
Tomorrow should be a better day.
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