The hardest part about being a parent is having kids.
My mother and I had an outstanding relationship; she was always honest with me about what a hard job it is to raise children. And everything else too, which I admire and greatly appreciate. In hindsight. Because hearing that she wanted to throw me out the window sometimes... literally? Stung when I was younger.
Now? I get it.
I think if I'd grown up believing life was like TV then this whole Mom deal would be 87% torture and I'd be fighting for first in line at the pharmacy counter. For all of us. But knowing it's a hard row to hoe yet a high yield crop if you tend it right makes things bearable.
My kids are driving me somewhat batshit is what I'm saying. And I love them a million, but I will be so supremely happy once we get back into the regular school year routine.
I haven't been to the gym since June. I've spent fitful nights at their beck and call since Sudden Surprise Brushes with Death arrived at the door last month. I feel like I've been hearing, "Mom....hey...Mom?" at seven minute intervals for weeks now... and it's wearing my ass slam out. Thank god for DVR. And it's a damn good thing for them they're cute and funny. If we hadn't had peals of laughter peppered throughout this summer then I would be seriously looking for a mobster boyfriend just for the payoff of Witness Protection down the road.
We are reinstituting bedtimes this week. With computer/gaming/TV blackout times an hour before sleep. "This is not a punishment." I told them. "This is so you don't keep having a yelling mom all the time. Because I don't like freaking out all over the place anymore than you like seeing it. Does that make sense?" That they climbed on board with this plan, however begrudgingly, gives you a smidge of an idea of how fun things have gotten around here lately.
Also, the trajectory of a half full laundry basket makes an impressive statement.
With or without my best intentions, some socks may never be recovered.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
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My kids are driving me batshit crazy too. And they're teenagers so their looks of disdain are extra withering because they have perfected them over time.
Monster could market a Disdain flavored energy drink and make billions.
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