Can I get a little less pee in my life…..
My kids let me sleep in this morning. Wait scratch that, my kids let me sleep. No it was not a joyous occasion. I woke to screaming and pee. Lots of pee. In all honesty they may have tried to wake me but the sleep deprivation was at an all time high.
I’m struggling with this parenting thing.
Did you hear about that lady who just dropped her six kids off in the woods. Just left them. Apparently she tried to trade them on Craigslist first for a trampoline. I mean who even has six kids? She must be crazy. Some people are just not meant to be parents.
Yes I know I can’t just leave my kids some where. The shame of failure prevents me from doing so. Oh and my love for them. I was listening to some sort of sappy country song yesterday that proclaimed someday you will miss this. No I won’t miss days filled with nothing but screaming and pee. My brain will magically forget these days. They will become fuzzy memories. That’s how I ended up with six kids in the first place. Selective amnesia fueled by hormones.
I hear a lot of people say bad things about the Duggar’s and their parenting style. You know how their home appears to run like a well oiled machine. “Oh their poor kids, missing out on their childhood.” I snorted while I wrote that. I can’t get my older kids to lift a finger without a serious effort on my part. They would let the house burn down around them. Wait no they would attempt to save their iPhones, game systems, curling irons, shoes, etc. But not each other. They will also tell you how hard it is to be kid. “You just don’t understand Mom!” Yeah level 124 of Candy Crush is a lot like performing open heart surgery.
I read a blog the other day on how the writer believed three was the hardest number of children to parent. I had a good laugh with that one. That people with more children had an easier time. No we don’t. We have evolved in our parenting. We hear less, see less, and our reaction time is much slower. Or maybe I mean regressed. It is sink or swim in my household. But it took years to get here and obviously I am still not immune to my children’s shenanigans. Nor do I ever just get to ignore the piles of things. I don’t ever get to say screw it let’s just play all day like the memes suggest I do. Because that just means more piles and more piles of things. I have to carefully manage my time to get all the hugs in and dishes done.
Three kids, no not the hardest number. Honestly it is one. That is the hardest number. If you can survive one, you can survive two or ten. Going from zero to one is hard, scary, mind-blowing, insanity and add exhaustion. Two to six or ten is just exhausting. And you will never have enough money so that is a universal concern unless you are part of the 1%.
Most of what I say is tongue in cheek with a hint of truth. Actually days like today more truth less tongue in cheek but only because I smell faintly like toddler pee. I’ve had four cups of coffee so now I feel less defeated.
Did you hear about that mother of six who raised “happy” healthy children and kept a clean house. Yeah she had to do dishes like six times a day. Apparently someone always had a project due or needed help with math. I don’t even know how she managed to get every one dressed. She had to cook like a dozen eggs a day. Crazy. She must be a supermom!
Sigh.