It’s too hard. I’m too tired. It’s too much work. It’s too expensive. I’m not capable. I didn’t sign up to do this alone. They get on my nerves. I want to be free. I want to be a “normal” 24 year old. I want to have a life. I don’t want all the responsibility. I’m sick of the whining. I don’t want to get up at 6am and make breakfast. I have cramps. I’m sick. I’m in a pissy mood. I want to watch something besides Spongebob. I want to be able to do what I want to be able to do, when I want to do it. I want to walk the length of my bedroom without stepping on something. I want to cook and serve rice without spending ten minutes picking it up off of the floor afterward.
I love them. I love being their mom. Most of the time. Sometimes, I don’t. That’s just the truth.
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Listening to: Modest Mouse – Fire It Up
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I hear that and I’m just getting started but I love my Boogie baby. They are so beautiful. I bet they keep you going.
I SO know the feeling. It’s like anything else. Sometimes you feel like it, and sometimes you don’t.
Thank you for saying what I think in my head HOURLY.
Except for the 24 part. I’ve got ten years on you.
*wink*
I have a threshold button. After 12 hours, I’m done. I don’t want to see you. Don’t want to hear you. Leave me alone. I’m done. And I have four more than you, girl. But I love them desperately.
Can’t imagine doing this job on my own. I give props to you, to all single mothers.
Admitting that and understanding that it doesn’t make you a bad mom is a big step, though. That and using duct tape liberally whenever needed to give yourself some peace and quiet.
Honey, we’ve ALL been there.
I’m hiding from them as we speak. ;)
Having taken care of 4 kids for 3 weeks has given me a (generously)small slice of what single mothers go through. I completely understand where you’re coming from. The shit is a triple full time job maaaan.
I totally hear you. And I feel the same way sometimes. I try to look at them when they’re sleeping when I feel that way. They’re cute and quiet then. I think it helps.
Sometimes.
I frequently receive incredulous gasps when I muster up the nerve and brutal honesty to express anything less than superfluous mania regarding parenthood.
I hope that was at least cathartic. You evil wench. Somebody call Children’s Services.
Yup, what you said.
Oh, we’re going to be a fun couple in Chicago! I just wrote about my own gripes and groans.
Because sometimes? Sometimes it SUCKS. And sometimes, I don’t LIKE them. Sure, I love them. But I’d love to be able to MISS them a bit. Like, for a few months. Eating, sleeping, and sex when I want is my dream. And NOT when they’re all grown up. Because I’m thinking my body will continue to age, too.. :(
Every hour on the hour, this stuff goes through my head. It can suck to be a mom sometimes, people who say it doesn’t are lying through their teeth. Or high.
Hugs to you hon.
We’ve all been there, quite frequently, and if you say you haven’t then you are a liar. I hope you feel better!!
Your girls are stunning. But yeah, stunning doesn’t preclude exhausting, annoying, frustrating.
But nothing worthwhile is ever easy. Ever.
Any mom who says she loves being a mom all the time and her kids are so woderful and it is SO grat-i-fy-ing are full of shit, you know?
What you said. I say that, too. I just flip the age around and subtract one. Then I stare at adorable little boy faces. But still…what you said…
We all feel that way at times. Lucky for me once my husband gets home its his turn for the rest of the night. My daughter is getting on my nerves as I type this LOL
I don’t know that feeling, obviously, but I’m pretty sure my mum has it everyday. And we’re grown.
Sometimes I don’t want to be a mom, either.
And sometimes I don’t want to be a wife.
And sometimes I don’t want to have to go to work.
I’m grateful for ALL of those things and people in my life – but sometimes, yeah, it sucks.
We are having a hard time at my house lately. Hell, this morning was the hardest yet. Just reading the title of your post gave me some sense of relief. Being a mom is easily the most amazing and the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I’m a tired person. And, I love them so, so much.
It takes balls to say that, lady.
Also, props to the comment above me from lovely Laurin my BlogHer roommate and flight-mate who will be distracting my PATHETICALLY CRYING ass when we take off out of Tampa on Thursday night.
Ooh you’re so EDGY. So RADICAL.
No wait, you’re trying too hard to be a “bad mom” or a “real mom” right?
Wait, is this a paid ad?
FUCK. I’m so confused over what the big deal is on the mommy blogging circuit is these days.
I luuuuuuuuuuuuv you. And these two babes. And that boy who wont quit hanging around.
yup.
Good God, woman, it’s like you read my mind. I had a couple of days of freedom last week. I went dancing on Friday night. By Saturday night it was dirty diapers and cluttered floors. I don’t regret anything. I love him dearly. But some days I just want to be ME.
Especially the part about I didn’t sign up to do this, LET ALONE do it by myself. I think their father should have to try it, instead of running off to wherever he went and left us to figure it out. I am sitting nowhere near you, yet right there with you.
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