It's already been established that children are one of the most annoying creatures on earth. A simple search on Buzzfeed and you'll find picture proof of how destructive and emotionally manipulative these critters can be. I thank God every day I don't have OCD because if I did, all things children would have pushed me over the edge.
There are parenting moments that make you seriously question whether or not you'll make it another day. Here are some of those moments:
I'm not one that enjoys being late. If I have to be somewhere by 12pm, I start getting ready at 10am just to make sure I'm there on time. But children make getting anywhere on time a difficult task. Even though I have their outfits picked out and I try to get ready first, it just never works out the way it does in my head. They will spill something on their clothes I just put on them. Or they'll cause some colossal damage that takes up a lot of my time to fix/clean. Both will suddenly want to eat, even though they just ate. One has to cry over something. The other will suddenly discover a toy that's been in plain sights for weeks, but now insists it's the only time to play with said toy. Then my nagging starts. "Put on your boots" a thousand times. Only to find Z stuffed his boots with crumbs. So I clean that up. Then the boots go on, but later realize that once we're out and in the car, he forgot to put on his socks. Let's not mention all the packing involved with taking children out. I'll prepare some snacks in containers for the road or wherever we're headed. Even if it's just to the grocery store. But for some reason those snacks look so good to them in those containers they need to eat them right then and there. So I re-pack and hide in a bag. They find the bag and start unpacking all I've packed. Diapers and wipes everywhere. Wallet out. Cards out. And you all wonder why I look disheveled most of the time?
So now that we've made it out in public. The circus starts. I'm fairly lenient and I take the path of least resistance. I try my best to make everyone's experience as enjoyable as possible. I have my mind on the people around me and I make sure my kids don't make anyone else's day miserable. Grocery shopping is always a race against time. S is a ticking time bomb. I am that crazy woman in the aisle zooming past you trying to grab as much as I can before it's too late. Sometimes I think about how I look to others and start laughing. But in the moment, the struggle is real. To appease the monsters, I go to their snacks first then I run to the rest of the essentials while they're preoccupied. But it's always when I'm in the home stretch, they start acting up. Z wants to open the kinder surprises while waiting to check out. S suddenly realizes the cart stopped moving and demands to be picked up. When I say demands, she screams "MAMA!" and everyone looks. She is persistent and gets louder, so I pick her up. She screams some more, Z takes this opportunity to run away. So I'm left with a cart full of groceries, a screaming baby and a kid whose no longer with me. And I'm sandwiched in between two carts in a narrow line. No wonder every time I am out with them I get comments like. "do you need some help?" and "you have your hands full there". Every. Single. Time.
Feeding children is a necessity. If you want a child, you need to be prepared to feed them for at least 8 years straight before they start making decisions about food for themselves. that's a long time. Don't get me wrong, feeding them isn't my pet peeve. It's what happens in the process that gets under my skin (pardon the pun). Yesterday Z sees the grill and asks me to make him a grilled cheese sandwich. I gladly obliged and got grilling immediately. Once it was ready and on a plate, he says he doesn't like grilled cheese sandwiches. So what am I to do? Gobble it up and pack on the pounds that's what! This scenario happens all too often. S demands hard boiled eggs. Two bites and she decides it's not for her after all.
Bedtime is the time all parents really look forward to. We love our sweet little kids but we love bedtime more than you know. It's the only time I can blog. The only time I can sit down for more than five minutes, taking in the sound of silence. Getting to that point however isn't easy. I envy parents in movies who tuck their kids in bed, give them a kiss goodnight and turn off the lights. Then when they show the child sleeping I roll my eyes. I announce it's time to get ready for bed at 7pm. Some days all goes well, other days it's impossible. I could tuck in Z fifteen times, and I'll see him running out the 16th time giggling because it's a game to him. He'll start asking for food (that he won't eat), he'll start reminiscing about people and events from a year ago, he'll want to play and use his loud voice as I'm putting S to sleep. Then she wakes up and thinks she napped and is ready to tackle the night. These long nights often happen when I'm parenting solo. Hubs knows to take one while I take the other and put them down simultaneously so they don't wake each other. (Come back home hubs we miss you)
But when they come to me with their big eyes and smack a kiss on my cheek for no reason at all, that's the moment that makes it all worth while.
There are parenting moments that make you seriously question whether or not you'll make it another day. Here are some of those moments:
Getting ready to go out
Grocery shopping/being in public
So now that we've made it out in public. The circus starts. I'm fairly lenient and I take the path of least resistance. I try my best to make everyone's experience as enjoyable as possible. I have my mind on the people around me and I make sure my kids don't make anyone else's day miserable. Grocery shopping is always a race against time. S is a ticking time bomb. I am that crazy woman in the aisle zooming past you trying to grab as much as I can before it's too late. Sometimes I think about how I look to others and start laughing. But in the moment, the struggle is real. To appease the monsters, I go to their snacks first then I run to the rest of the essentials while they're preoccupied. But it's always when I'm in the home stretch, they start acting up. Z wants to open the kinder surprises while waiting to check out. S suddenly realizes the cart stopped moving and demands to be picked up. When I say demands, she screams "MAMA!" and everyone looks. She is persistent and gets louder, so I pick her up. She screams some more, Z takes this opportunity to run away. So I'm left with a cart full of groceries, a screaming baby and a kid whose no longer with me. And I'm sandwiched in between two carts in a narrow line. No wonder every time I am out with them I get comments like. "do you need some help?" and "you have your hands full there". Every. Single. Time.
Food preparation
Getting ready for bed
Bedtime is the time all parents really look forward to. We love our sweet little kids but we love bedtime more than you know. It's the only time I can blog. The only time I can sit down for more than five minutes, taking in the sound of silence. Getting to that point however isn't easy. I envy parents in movies who tuck their kids in bed, give them a kiss goodnight and turn off the lights. Then when they show the child sleeping I roll my eyes. I announce it's time to get ready for bed at 7pm. Some days all goes well, other days it's impossible. I could tuck in Z fifteen times, and I'll see him running out the 16th time giggling because it's a game to him. He'll start asking for food (that he won't eat), he'll start reminiscing about people and events from a year ago, he'll want to play and use his loud voice as I'm putting S to sleep. Then she wakes up and thinks she napped and is ready to tackle the night. These long nights often happen when I'm parenting solo. Hubs knows to take one while I take the other and put them down simultaneously so they don't wake each other. (Come back home hubs we miss you)
But when they come to me with their big eyes and smack a kiss on my cheek for no reason at all, that's the moment that makes it all worth while.
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