So, earlier this week, I was complaining about not having anything to blog about and my
imaginary great friend Roshini of www.glamazini.com gave me a couple of blogging ideas. This may be a bit of a stretch for some, but I am going to give you the top five challenges of motherhood, for me, at this very moment. I’m sure that all the other parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. can give you a completely different list, but this is where I am in my life with parenting the houseful.
- I feel like I fail my children at least once a week. Specifically when it comes to something that they think that I should be able to do. Like make money appear for a field trip, or some snazzy item that they (specifically the cellist) may want. I also can’t cornrow very well. And what little girl wants a mother who can’t put her hair into neat little braids?
- I don’t have enough patience. Seriously. I lose my cool a little more than I would like to admit. Especially when the cellist and the ladybug are in the midst of one of their sibling arguments that will ultimately end in them throwing pillows in fits of anger at one another, and the twizzlers are crying simultaneously. One from having a bowel movement and the other from hearing their sibling howling in pain. Dinner isn’t ready, and homework isn’t done, yet I must have everything in order by the time Papa Nicholes gets home otherwise I erupt in tears. I need the patience to be able to handle these things effortlessly.
- Judgement from parents, grandparents, in-laws and other family members. While I know that most of them mean well, it really grates my nerves to have things questioned that may be sore spots, or areas of embarrassment for me. Sir twizzler isn’t gaining weight like I want him to, yet every time someone questions his weight, I feel as if it is a personal attack on me. Deep down I know it’s not, but I feel as if my mothering ability is being questioned and it puts me on the defense.
- I’m slightly jealous of the cellist. While he may not realize this, I wish that I could live life carefree like he does. He plays the cello (well I might add) tap dances, reads, gets taken to museums, travels and a bunch of other stuff at the age of 11 that it took me 30 plus years to do. And some of it I still can’t. I don’t play an instrument, I’ve NEVER met a President, and I don’t think that I enjoyed childhood as much as I should have. I had MANY hang-ups that carried over into adulthood.
- As much as I love all of my children and my husband, sometimes I just long for time ALONE. Literally. I don’t want to chill with friends, or family. I want to be by myself to sleep, to eat, to walk around naked and not be seen as fast food, or a dangling carrot. I want to just be ME. A spa is not necessary (nice, but not necessary) but the biggest most comfortable bed with pillows galore would be. With a flat screen television and no sound other than the click of channels changing.