My big day is tomorrow. You know the one, when all the world (the world meaning the U.S. and its affiliates) celebrates mothers.
Being a mother isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Here’s a list (in no particular order) of some of the things I hate about being a mother:
-Not being able to do what I want to do, when I want to do it. I have to take into consideration what is best for LouLa, or what she wants. Sometimes her concerns win, sometimes I win. She wins more often.
-Not having a teenage babysitter. It seems to me that they are becoming harder and harder to find. Teenagers are pretty busy themselves, and who really wants to babysit some little kid for not much pay? I can’t blame them.
-Not being able to do anything right when LouLa is sick/upset. I just can’t win in those situations.
-Thinking about how my actions are imprinted on her brain. I really need to be the best person I can because she is watching me all the time.
-Tantrums. Hers, not mine.
-Not being able to lay in bed as long as I want. I’m not a late sleeper at all, but I did enjoy laying in bed on the weekends.
-Having to be “on” all the time. There is no down time in motherhood, at least when LouLa is awake.
-The first few months. I would have gladly sent her back during that time. Or, at the very least, gone back in time and not had sex that night in August.
-The constant mess. Our house isn’t messy, strictly speaking, but it seems like I’m always picking things up and putting them where they belong. This has gotten better as she’s gotten older, but it’ll be an issue for awhile longer, I suspect.
-The constant problem solving. Half of the time, my solutions don’t work.
Don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll list the great things about being a mother. The benefits obviously outweigh the negatives.
