May 8, 2008
The Irony Of Mother’s Day
Mother’s Day is only a few short days away and for once in my life I have no desire to celebrate it. In fact, I am kind of dreading it. It’s not because my husband or kids don’t make this a special day for me [in fact my sweet daughter has been writing me Mother's Day notes for the last two weeks now], it is more because lately I feel like I have been the world’s meanest and most irrational mom. I am sure many of you can relate.
Currently my patience is non-existent, especially with three year old toddlers who refuse to listen and who wake up before 6 in the morning … even with blankets hung on the window and all night lights and clocks that glow completely removed from the room. When this baby arrives I worry more about Cory waking the newest one up as opposed to the other way around?!?
Right now it seems like I get frustrated at the silliest things and that I get on my kids cases for the smallest infractions. And because of this, I then become the yelly mom who feels guilty for being so short tempered.
I am tired of living in a small apartment where I feel like I am constantly on edge wondering if my kids who are just being kids by being somewhat loud and crazy are making too much noise for the cranky, cantankerous, complaining lady who lives below us.
I get tired of having to constantly remind the kids to use quiet feet and then I get so fed up of all the reminding … not to mention I also get lazy from all the reminding that goes in one ear and out the other … that I resort to the television. But then I get irritated because I feel like the TV is always on.
And no matter how many trips to the park and school playground we make, the energy my kids have is endless. I wish they could channel some of it to me.
OK.
Enough complaining.
I know deep down I am grateful for motherhood. I consciously and prayerfully made the decision to enter into this noble calling in life.
I feel extremely blessed to even have children that drive me insane. After all it has taken a lot of effort to get them here. And I know my life is so much easier than many others [at least I have food to eat, even if it does cost a lot, and at least a cyclone didn't tear apart the city I live in], but these raging pregnancy hormones and lack of spring sunshine are enough to drive any woman bonkers.
And to satisfy the minds of all those who keep emailing me wondering what I look like 7 months pregnant? Here you go.
Enjoy the spots on my dirty mirror
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