Not long after my first son was born, I remember reading an article in a parenting magazine that somewhat offended me.
The lady writing the article was sharing her views on parenting and pretty much made it sound like the worst thing that any woman could ever choose to do to herself. She nagged on her children and told of how she hated to play with them, hated hearing them ask so many questions and just wanted to get away from them. Though I know most of the article was written very tongue in cheek, it did still bother me.
I just could not understand how a mother could despise her role so much and then try to convince other mothers that her views were the norm. But now I think I finally get it…
Today is day 2 of Hayden’s preschool Fall Break and though it was just January when i was crying and dreading being away from him all day, now I am wondering how I even manage to hold it together on the weekends.
With two children now, that lady’s article is starting to sound pretty accurate to my life. As I write this, the house is in shambles, crumbs, clothes, and toys scattered everywhere, it smells funny, and the load of laundry I put in at 8 o’clock this morning has yet to make its way into the dryer.
After eating lunch, I finally told Hayden that he HAD to take a nap or mommy’s brain was going to explode.
So after putting him in his room and having to turn on classical music “like they do at Montessori” I finally managed to get Baby Whitt bathed and asleep in his bed, despite being butt-naked still. But of course, when I went to check on Hayden he was still wide awake…. 5,4,3,2….mommy please don’t pull your hair out!!
Within minutes of scolding him and threatening to throw away his favorite toys if he didn’t go to sleep, the baby started screaming and of course, he had peed all over his crib… I should have known better.
So here I sit, listening to classical music blare from upstairs and still seeing and smelling the messes that my children have made. And though I would like to just call the grandparents and give myself a break, maybe even take a bath without any interruptions, I just can’t bring myself to do it.
Despite prematurely aging myself, I really do enjoy having both the boys home with me and I feel lucky to be able to be their caregiver everyday. And even if that lady’s article was just a joke, I still disagree with her. I love being with my children, even when they are driving me crazy.
I do not hate my job as a mother, I love it. And as i sit here, feeding this once clean, now smelly, naked baby, I am reminded that these times are treasures and I just need to enjoy them and let the stresses roll off my back.
Maybe it’s the classical music or the fact that the house is quiet for the first time since 7am, but right now I feel totally relaxed and capable. Hopefully this feeling will continue when naptime is over and I can make it all the way through fall break without going bald.
Good luck mommies, hang in there!