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Let me start: Sometimes I make my kid put damp undies back on because I don’t want to do the laundry every two seconds and HE NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO USE THE TOILET. Wow, what a load off! (See? Just putting something out there can make you feel better!)
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I let my kid play with the cleaner bottles underneath the sink so I can get dinner made. It's not like she's drinking them. Don't judge.
We have 2 kids that go to bed an hour apart due to the age difference, Sometimes we change all the clocks forward an hour so while the younger one thinks he is staying up late the other does not complain when we send him to bed at the "usual time". Sitting here going to ourselves... Best idea ever!
My kids never ask dad for anything, even if he's right there. They will go looking for me everywhere so that I can take care of it. So when I get annoyed by all their requests including my husbands, I go hide in the bathroom. If they call out for me I don't respond so they won't know where I am. I kick my feet up on the counter and enjoy instagram or games on my phone until they find me. Been doing this for quite some time and they still haven't figured out to check the bathrooms first.
So I'm the morning parent. I'm the parent that get the kid dressed, fed (chocolate milk and Lucky Charms- I mean marshmallows- and whatever real breakfast I make for myself), and out the door to daycare. All while my husband can barely get himself out the door in time to do PT in the morning (he's military). I'm the parent who has to make sure we have blanket, owl, penguin, and some random blue truck I didn't even know we owned, in the car so we can get out the door without a tantrum, and maybe, just maybe, I remember my coffee. I have to leave an hour and a half early just so I can make it to work by 9, and then with traffic, it takes me about an hour, sometimes hour to get home at night (without picking the kid up or going to the gym). What's the first thing my kid says to me when I come in the door at night, usually pissed off from a job I hate and pays me peanuts and tired? "Go away mommy". Yea I love you too, you little asshole.
If you're a person who doesn't like kids and your significant other tries to convince you that you will like your own kid, don't be like me: don't be fooled. By way of analogy, the flu is disruptive and unpleasant whether it's your flu or someone else's, and you can't just magically start liking having the flu (for the rest of your life) despite your best intentions.
My kids are little assholes! That is all. But... I love them to death! #momstruggle
I love my stepdaughters (and like them, most days), but loving my stepson or even liking him at this point is getting to be a real struggle. He's 12 yet still wets the bed and won't change his sheets or wash himself unless we remind him. He lies about everything. He'll sneak around and eat almost all the treats when he thinks no one is looking. He's stolen from his dad, me, his sisters, and the kids across the street. And he is putting in zero effort to change his behavior. He's always sorry when he gets caught, but never sorry enough to stop being an asshole. It's like living with a 5yo in a 12yo's body, and we've tried EVERYTHING (parenting classes, social skills classes, medication changes, neurobehavioral experts). At this point I just want a break from him for a year or so, but no one else will take him, either.
So I strongly dislike being a mom. I love my little boy to death, but this whole being a mom business sucks. He needs everything all day long. So when I need a mental break I give him whatever he wants whether its chicken nuggets for breakfast or mini wheats for dinner. Its the only time I have some sanity and can binge watch Netflix. When I have to put energy into being a mom like making him eat healthy foods or potty training, I literally cry and scream inside.
My mother was shitty. I have never been happy. I do things because if I waited till I was "feeling better" to do things (get a job, get a degree, have kids, get married) I'd never do anything at all. I got married and had kids in the time honored tradition of faking it till you make it. My secret is that I don't know if I did the right thing. I'm not allowed to say that to anyone, not my husband, not anyone. What I do know is that I have probably only set up a guilt machine that will run for the rest of my life, I lost my career to my kids, and I don't have a lot of patience for whining, just like my mother.... the future will probably hold a lot of such revelations. This whole things is pretty dissatisfying. I feel like I've really put the last nail in hope's coffin when I decided to have a family.
Love my wee one (10yr old) to death (required disclaimer.. I guess) but if she rolls her eyes at me one more time, I am putting her back in the Ovary ! Shit!
I have three children and I only like one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love them with all my heart. But, only one of them is not an asshole.
I am a stay at home mom & literally ALL is done by me...every diaper, every game, every meal, every bedtime, everything. My husband constantly tells me how easy I have it. One day he decided to take our son out for the afternoon to give me a break...I intentionally fed him lots of sugary crap for his snack & gave him apple juice (which makes him poop a lot). My husband only lasted 1 hour before bringing him back saying he didn't know how I could handle a demon child all day. He said all he did was run around & poop. I laughed until I cried.
Baby sometimes sleeps in our bed. If I wake up and notice she's wet, I just roll her over to the husband. She wakes him up, he changes her, I pretend to be blissfully unaware and fast asleep. Works like a charm!
My 16 month old still wakes multiple times throughout the night. On days when I'm really tired I give her cheese strings and chips for breakfast and lunch while she watches Dateline with me all day.
so, after my son was born, I ended up in the hospital for a week after an emergency surgery. During that time, my sister in law kept my daughter and my newborn. Sometimes, almost a year later, I still feel resentment that my son seems to want her more than he does me. It's like he forgets I exist when she's around. And then the other night, my brother in law walks in the house and my son starts yelling "daddy!" And I said no, that's your uncle, her response was "well he was his daddy for almost a week". I wanted to slap her. And I feel guilty that I harbor this resentment when she was only trying to provide for my family, when I couldn't.
I like to take a day off parenting here and there ... So because of the lack of family we have to babysit ..I have designated a kid free day in my house by giving them their iPads connected to the wall so the battery won't die and they can use it all day with very little interaction from me ... I order food for them and have snacks and juice boxes ready in the counter so I can be lazy and binge watch tv ... It sounds so bad .. I feel guilty ..but we normally run around so much between school and after school activities, errands . I need an at home lazy me day to stay sane .
My toilet trained 3 year old boy was mad at me and he pee on the couch to spite me. Believe me, it was no accident, the little asshole look right at me. I grabbed him and smushed his face on the pee stain for 2 seconds. I feel super guilty afterwards.
We live in Canada and I thanked God every day for short Winter days when my daughter wasn't old enough to tell time because we'd tell her it was bedtime at 6 pm because "it's dark" and she fell for it every time. Unfortunately she no knows how to tell time, but we have a 1 year old and are totally planning on pulling the same shit with her when she's older. 🙂
I'm a first time mom, to a happy, chubby 4 month old. I have to say there are times when I hate being a mom. I am fiercely independent and get overwhelmed having a little person so dependent on me. I miss being able to go & do whatever I want, when I want. But at the same time, when that little chubbster smiles at me, my heart melts into a gazillion pieces.
My kids pick their nose and eat it. I don't care. They eat stuff off the floor daily and I don't care. I'd let them eat ca and dog food too...who cares? Not me!