Motherhood kicked my tail today. Actually, Sadie kicked my tail today.
Everything I did, she successfully undid in a fraction of the time. Four hours of sorting, folding and ironing clothes? Undone in less than five minutes while I made lunch.
A clean and tidy writing desk? Undone with a pack of stickers in 3.5 minutes while I cleaned aforementioned laundry mess.
Nap time today was preceded by a full hour of screaming and thrashing. I offered everything I could think of: food, juice, milk, rocking, singing, a new car, reading a book. But it only made her scream louder.
Sadie walked nowhere today. Every where she went was against her will and by force. I hurt my wrist this week exercising (you really gotta watch out for those 5lb dumbbells) and every time I picked her up, it hurt.
By dinner I was in tears. I locked myself in my bathroom, took a bath and then limped to my bed. Thanks to squats, lunges and peeling stickers off of hardwood floors all day, I am unable to bend my knees when I walk. And yes, I look ridiculous.
Aubrey and Emma felt sorry for me. I’m not sure if it was the actual tears I cried when Sadie jimmied the fridge open and started stomping deli meats into the floor, or if it was the size of the ice pack I had on my knee. Either way, they brought me Dr Suess’ “Oh The Places You Will Go,” and a glass of ice water and climbed in bed with me. I tried not to sob as I read it.
Being a mom is hard. But getting tucked into bed by those three? Worth it.
What have your kids done lately to make you smile? (Or are you still hiding in the bathroom??)
I hid at Stix tonight!
I’m so JEALY!!!!!!
The domino vomit virus that has hit one after the other in turn has really kicked my butt. Haven’t been out of the house since Church and soccer on Sunday. Die. Ing. But fingers crossed we’re out of the woods before Easter. Which reminds me…I haven’t had a chance to cover my gray or paint my toes. *sigh*
I have exactly three toenails that are still painted from spring break. It is super sexy.
My 7 yr. old told me that I look as young as a teenager…as I payed for a his slushie. This kid knows how to keep the treets coming. This was just 5 short days after I was asked by a woman in McDonald’s if my 5M old daughter was my GRANDDAUGHTER! UGH!
Oops, treats.
Hahaha! You look like you could be her babysitter! I usually get those “bestest” mommy compliments when the high fructose corn syrup is flowing!
Yeah, I often get asked if I am her babysitter but it is not because I look young. The public just can’t figure it out. I like to keep them guessing.
First off, I have to fill in a form to comment? No fun. But anyway, you’re worth it
I’m so glad you posted this. Not that I’m HAPPY that you were in tears, but yeah, I sort of am. I continue, despite you and Holly, to feel like I am the ONLY mama on the ENTIRE PLANET who sobs in the shower after a crappy day. I feel like the ONLY mama on the ENTIRE PLANET who doesn’t think it’s all roses and sunshine to spend every waking minute being touched by sticky hands, catering to the needs of nasty little brats who literally need me to provide every single thing that they require to survive. The blogworld has opened up a whole plethora of women and it really truly helps me to not feel so lonely out here, but still, it sucks that 99% of mom bloggers spend 99% of their time talking about how wonderful their lives are.
So yeah. Thankyou. I’m sorry that you cried, but I’m glad to have someone to cry with.
AND, I met a new girl today who was also feeling blue about how no other mamas out there seem to be having a hard time, so I’m totally sending her your way. I know you’ll hand her a sticky cup and wipe the cheerios off a chair so that she’ll feel welcome.
I love you, Bro Montana.
Jenn I cry a lot. I also scream a lot. Miraculously my kids seem to be okay.
Whitney has started grunting every time I pick her up. I thought I was holding her too tightly, until I realized she was copying me. :/