Simple Girl...Simple Thoughts

2012-01-30T21:03:00.000-08:00

This is my first post on this blog. I've had other blogs before. One was about being a mom, and coming up with these awesome things for other moms. The problem was, I tried so hard to come off as a perfect mother. And that's something I'm not.

I freely admit that there are days where I seem to have no patience. Today was one of those days. You know, some people seem to think that stay at home moms and housewives have it so easy. It's like they think we sit around all day eating bon-bons. Newsflash! We don't! There are some days where I don't get ten whole minutes to sit and just do something that I want to do. Sure, my son still naps, but guess what? Nap time is usually when I can actually clean the kitchen, or pick up the cap'n crunch that has been smushed in the floor. There are no off days, no sick days, no vacation time. There's not even a time when I'm really off duty. At midnight, while most of the working class citizens are sleeping, I might be tending a runny nose and fever, or changing a diaper that leaked, or, GASP exploded everywhere. You other moms may know the latter as a poop-splosion.

Basically, we work just as damn hard, if not harder than anybody who gets up at 8 am to go to work. I get so tired of people assuming that because I'm at home I can just drop everything I'm doing to run an errand or do a favor for them. It's frustrating. It feels like we are taken for granted at every turn. Do you people really never think about what it takes to keep a home running smoothly? Or how that mysterious splatter on the wall got cleaned? How about how those pee soaked sheets and pillow managed to be clean and back on the bed before bedtime?

Stay at Home Mom's needs come dead last. First are our children, then our spouses, our homes, sometimes our extended family, and THEN, FInALLY, us. I don't get to wake up and make myself some eggs, bacon and toast because that's what I want. Sometimes we HAVE to have oatmeal. Or cereal. Some days I only get to eat once my little one is napping. Then at night, when my husband gets home, tired from his job, which is very hard by the way, I'm so short tempered from tantrums, but I still manage to ask how his day went. Even when he forgets to ask about mine. Don't get me wrong, he always wants to know if the toddler was good that day. But never just wants to know how I feel after that day. What all I did. It's so frustrating. And after that, I even manage to cook a good dinner most days. Though today was tiring enough that I popped a pizza in the oven.

Well that's my vent for the day. Feels better to get that off of my chest. If you'd like to give me an opinion on what I've said, or add to it, feel free to do so. I know this post isn't very organized, but I'll have a system eventually. Bear with me!

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Simple Girl...Simple Thoughts