Yesterday was one of "those" days. The kind you don't really want to repeat...ever. After thinking about yesterday, I've come to some conclusions:
I love my kids. But sometimes I don't love being a parent.
I love that Maddie is potty training. But I don't love when she smears #2 all over the bathroom (or the neighbor's bathroom- yes, that did actually happen).
I love that my kids know how to communicate. I don't love it when they scream, whine, and yell at me or at each other.
I love that I'm able to stay home with my kids. I don't love wandering around the house all day wondering what to do with the time.
I love that my kids have plenty of books, toys, and videos to play with. I don't love picking them up from every room of the house.
I love that we always have food to put on the table. I don't love when no one eats the food that's been prepared.
I love that I have cupboards and cabinets. I don't love that the doors of said cabinets just might fall off when slammed with significant force.
I love love love my kids. But learning to love the other stuff? I'm not sure I ever will.
4 comments:
i think that is the hard thing with being a parent, understanding the ups and downs. it's looking at the cake through the window. it's the hard stuff. but i've been told, that the hard stuff means its good. that is what makes it worth it. i'm not so sure on days like that. big hugs.
I totally agree! By the way, I have been thinking about the days when you would do back hand springs across my entire backyard. Every time I watch gymnastics I think of you :)
Wait- did you mean to say that you wander around the house all day wondering what to do with the time? I wish I had that...you must not have meant that but if you did, I envy you. Sorry about the #2/Poop incidents!
You should write a book
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