That’s right, I said it. It might sound harsh, but I’m sure the thought has crossed your mind too. And if not, congratulations- you must be a brand new mom. Perhaps you are sitting there holding that sweet newborn thinking I am a mean cynical woman and you will never think like this {It’s totally okay, I too was once that mom thinking the same thing while holding my precious newbies}. But you just wait, fellow mom friend. Wait until that sweet little baby turns into a tornado toddler and then into a mouthy kid followed by a hormonal preteen. Your vocab will increase with the rest of us, and you will want to cuss. them. out.
I love my kids.
I do, I really do. In fact, in my eyes, no one else loves their kids as much as I love mine. I mean, I would literally die for them- now that’s true love. Yes, I am the mom that gets sappy at all the events from preschool graduations to dance recitals and everything else in between. I cherish all of our memories because I know they won’t be small forever. Hell, two of them are more than halfway to 18 as it is. They make me laugh every.single.day and I’m fully convinced my life would be dull and boring without my crew.
What I don’t love
Arguing, fighting, screaming- oh my! With four ladies under one roof, there is never a dull moment in our house. Between mood swings and hormones, it’s safe to say that someone here whines or cries at least once a day- the tough husband can be included in this. Sometimes the stress of it all makes me want to scream vulgarities at my little people. Usually, it’s really small things that make the biggest tears {why is that??}, which is triple irritating to this mama bear. Is it so wrong that I ask them to pick up their room? Their own mess? How about actually trying to help them with something, ever have that backfire in your face? I have. I mean I’m not trying to brag, but I once ruined my daughter’s entire day by handing her the wrong pair of socks while trying to help her get dressed. That takes talent, my friends.
Real Talk
I used to hate the saying, “the days are long, but the years are short,” but it’s so TRUE. There have been many days that I thought would never end but when I look back at the years, it’s astonishing to me how fast it truly flies by. So yeah, sometimes my kids drive me bonkers and I want to cuss them out. But at the end of the day, they’re just kids learning how to navigate in our crazy world and the logical side of my brain tells me cussing them out isn’t going to do anyone any good. For now, I will just mutter those bad words under my breath and keep plugging away, trying to bring up good members of society. But maybe get back with me in a few years, when we are knee deep with three teens.
