Surviving she says, what, you haven't surVIVED it yet?
Heck no I haven't, matter of fact, I only wish these were the worst years of it.
If I asked you to guess my age based on the bags beneath my eyes, you probably wouldn't even be close. These lovely little buggers, remind me daily of how much motherhood has aged me. Be it stress, sleeplessness, or just being a mom in general.
I'm a proud mother of 3, at the tender age of - young (a woman never tells her age ya know ;)) - yet I feel soooo old it's unbelievable. But kids'll do that to ya! I'm by no means embarrassed to be a young mother, but I really don't like age ever becoming a factor in anyone's abilities.
You have those that find 30 something's having kids to be ridiculous, and those that think 20 something's are ridiculous. I'd rather not fall into any age bashing.
I really wish I could go back in time, to the even younger me, and explain that those hour long hot baths I took? Enjoy them! Clean clothes alllll the time? Enjoy it! Primping myself for no reason at all? ENJOY IT!
Now it seems as if getting a 15 minute hot shower is a luxury. Putting on makeup? Forget it.
I do have my moments where I get to look all pretty for no reason in specific, however those are fewer and farther between than ever.
Laundry has become my enemy. I hate it with every bone in my body. I can't really explain why, but I do. It's just, tedious I guess. But it is an ongoing battle. I hate it, but do it anyway, and then realize it's not so bad. Start pondering WHY I hate it so much when it's really an easy chore, but come laundry time again, it's back to loathing.
I guess I should have learned a long time ago to make a habit of not letting clothes build up, ya know, to a hamper full, but c'mon isn't that what they're designed for?
Alas, so goes my life.
Shaving, is also a luxury nowadays.
What you're shocked? Can't believe that because I'm the proud owner of a vajayjay that I might not be silky smooth 24-7? If you're a mother, you understand this concept. Shaving takes time. Either spend the entire 10 minute shower shaving, washing etc, or enjoy the last 3 melting beneath the showerhead. I normally choose the latter.
Of course, that probably grosses you out, and who am I to discuss such things on a blog?! Ah, get off of it, it's no big, I'm sure I could find at least 10 different blogs that have an honorable mention of their stubble. Provided they are mothers, of at least 2.
Ahhh, a stipulation! Mother's of just one baby have time to shower, do laundry often etc. Those with 2 and above? It becomes a round the clock load of crap. I wish someone could pipe up and tell me the end is nigh, however I feel I'd be waiting a long while. (probably forever)
I understand these are the easy years in comparison to what we'll be dealing with once the wee ones, are big ones, and off in highschool. However, I'm not there yet, and sometimes this job can kind of suck.
Motherhood isn't all sunshine and daisies as these sitcom moms make it look. It's frustrating, aggravating, (yes it needed to be there twice), exhausting, and yet strangely rewarding.
If I could give advice, or warning, to any mother expecting that the sleepless nights end at the newborn stage, it'd be just that. They don't. You're sadly, sadly mistaken. Sure your kids may sleep through the night, but the more demanding they become during the day, the longer YOUR nights last, and yet your well-rested children will still be up earlier than the rooster. Wide open, and ready to go.
We're in an "adjustment" phase right now. What's with the quotations you ask? I like to call it "drivemomascrazyaspossible" phase, buuut that could just be me. I understand we're in a new environment, DH isn't here, this isn't what they're used to, our schedule is nonexistant - yet trying to come back. However is that really a good reason to be stuck up my butt all day long? Or refusing to listen to anything I say? Or taking sibling rivalry to a ridiculous level!? Or melting down around the clock?!
To them? It is.
Miss T punched EJ. Punkin' beat EJ over the head with a drum stick. EJ cried, a lot. Miss T, and Punkin got in lots of trouble for violence. Miss T had a bad attitude, complete with back-talking, annnnd Punkin' cried, and cried, and cried. Punkin' cried so much, that she felt the need to continue crying through breakfast, and proceeded to almost choke on a captain crunch berry.
No, these aren't out of order, all of this in the first 45 minutes we were "awake."
This is new ground for me. I'm almost wanting to put out a wanted ad for my real children, and return these crazy little things they've been replaced with.
True, this will fade, things will level out. But at the moment I'm feeling high-strung 'round the clock, fighting for some semblance of normalcy.
Oh where's normalcy when ya need it?
Of course I SHOULD be sleeping right now, or attempting to. However, I'm quite certain that Punkin' has rehomed herself into my bed (again) for the night. I do so enjoy being punched, kicked, smacked, and laid on while trying to catch some Z's.
Plus these nicotine patches sure do give me some cuh-razy dreams that would make a sci-fi movie producer jealous. Who knows, I could write them down, and possibly produce the next b-rated movie! Complete with smart Zombie killer action sequences.
Oh yes, you did read that right!
Now try waking up, a lil' terrified mr. Zombie is coming around the corner, but unable to really move because munchkin has made herself at home, on - your- FACE. I couldn't even SEE the corner I was thinking he'd come around, due to her head.
Of course once I snapped out of it, I relocated her back to HER pillow (in my bed) and went back to sleep, fell right back into the dream where I'd left off.
I'm quite sure tonight will hold some of that nonsensical dreaming, but that's 'to be determined'. I've showered, completed my nighttime face/teeth regimen. Started another load of laundry, and I think it's time for this tuckered mom to hit the sack.. I'm sure tomorrow will hold all kinds of adventures, or 'send mom to the looney bin' moments. Who knows!
'Till next time.
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