How did it become my job to clean up this mess, that mess, and what ever the hell that substance is I just found stuck to the kitchen floor?
Who put me in charge of laundry, dishes, dog hair removal, postal pick-up, bathroom cleaning, menu planning and grocery shopping?
How did it become my job to rouse all the people in my house each day with a smile plastered on my face?
To double check homework.
To make lunches.
To carpool EVERYWHERE.
To keep on top of internet usage and computer time.
To know who you are talking to on that cell phone, and who’s texting you.
To be the one to say “NO you can’t wear that to school”, and to get you to think about why you would really want to?
To remind you to always be kind, to put others first, to think before you speak.
To teach you and remind myself to just let some stuff roll off your back.
To choose fruit over crap, and sorry no cake for breakfast. I kinda suck that way.
Sometimes. Sometimes? I want to be the Mom who says “Let’s have cookies for breakfast!” “Let’s skip school and runaway!” To declare that we are going to shut out the world, put ourselves first, and be meaner then the mean girls to teach them a big fat lesson! To let my kids stay up all night. No rules!! Then I remember. I’m not that Mom, because I’m not raising those kids. I’m not creating those people. I’m endeavouring to create happy, healthy responsible and fulfilled individuals who know right from wrong and who are okay with that.
Turns out this Mama gig? It’s not all glamour and fun, sometimes to earn the sweet rewards of happy, fabulous, caring people, you are forced to worry, you have to do a little craptastic work and say NO. A lot.
It’s just sometimes. Sometimes? I wish my job, was a little closer to the beach. Just saying.
seems we are the only ones who even SEE the laundry, the dishes, and whatever the hell is stuck to the kitchen floor….
worth the job anyway.
As I read blogs with laundry going, a kid cleaning his room, dinner cooking, lunch tomorrow being packed, backpacks being checked…I AGREE!
I SO hear you. It truly is the hardest job there is.
I think you right, everything is better at the beach…..
Maybe pick one thing to say yes to every couple days? Think it would help? No idea…but maybe it’d be a little closer to the beach:)
It’s the “what is the substance stuck on the kitchen floor” part that I think I’d not be so fond of!
I agree….it is such work to do it properly. But worth it.
And if you want to visit the beach, all you have to do is get your butts to my house. 🙂
Yes that is my life too and to think my kids are almost adults and still nothing has changed makes me exhausted just thinking about it. Solidarity in numbers – women unit! Tee Hee just feel good saying that.
YES!! It is the hardest job ever. Someone once told me being a grandma is getting to be the parent you never could…meaning you get to be the “yes man” instead of the no! 😉
You’ve been doing a great job for 14 yrs plus! You set the bar high for the rest of us. Great post Sassy!!
Oh, yes. And what’s a beach? I don’t remember any more. And uh, they do get older and it does get easier. Now my eighteen year old tells my youngest this stuff so I don’t have to be the only one.
Stay strong, it’s worth it!!
I don’t want to be that mum either, but boy it’s hard. I have to remind myself often that I’m not here to be their best friend I’m here to be their mum. However once or twice every summer on a really hot day, I let them have icecream for dinner.
Oh, so true. Being a mom is not an easy job, and not always fun. If you’re lucky, you’ll be a grandmother some day. Then you can bring out the cookies for breakfast!
I haven’t really hit that stage yet. Our kids still think we’re the best thing since sliced bread. Though I must say…cookies for breakfast…that’s okay every once in a while! 🙂
Thanks for the lovely comment on my blog. My dad is doing much better now.
Yup. And I am so very very far from a beach!