So, occasionally, I start to feel like I’m getting ahead in life. Mostly in the mom department. Addie will have a day where she doesn’t sulk around like a scorned teenager for 8 hours straight and Piper wont scream at me because her Goldfish are soggy. I mean, you ate them and spit them back out- what do you expect? Why do we buy these $7 boxes of pretzel fish?
Then, there are days like today, where I am reminded that I am mostly just surviving until Jake’s next day off. (Jesus, thank you for EMS work weeks…) Please tell me I am not the only SAHM/WAHM that feels like this? I see those memes that show a frazzled looking mother (Or Melissa McCarthy in Identity Thief on the run) with big bold writing that say “when daddy walks in the door from work” and I laugh, but it’s the truth, and it kind of makes me feel weak. Like why is it such a relief when he walks in? Am I really cut out for this? How have I made it almost 7 years doing this?
The stereotypes are true. Dad voice is a thing. Dad presence is a definite thing. They listen to him better, they like him more, he is the king of the castle. Which is cool with me, but if I could go one day without my 2 year old trying to spit on me for sport, I would be a much more sane human being. By the way, seriously, why does she want to spit on me? Why is that fun for her?
Is she a demon? Is she going to grow up and be a productive member of society or will she start showing us her other personalities any day now? I’ve been watching too much Showtime.
Hopefully, if you are reading this and feeling way behind in life because Pinterest told you that you are for the 100th time this year, you don’t feel alone anymore. Because you aren’t. I wrote this during the 10 minute window my kids weren’t trying to kill each other or me.
Here’s to you, who will make it to the Netflix and chill stage of your day today, I promise.