If today weren’t Friday, I think I would literally be tearing my hair out right now. I don’t think I have ever needed a break so badly in my 2+ years of being a mommy.
Throughout the entire time that it was just Holden and I, I never really felt the strong need to get away and get out. Sure, I got frustrated.. and there were plenty of times I thought I was going to snap, and many days I spent crying right along with Holden- but never once did I feel like if I didn’t get out of the house I was going to absolutely lose my mind.
That day has come. I feel kind of bad about saying that if I don’t get the hell away from my kids, even if just for an hour that i’m going to snap and go batshit crazy.. but it’s true. All moms need a mental and physical break now and then. Being cooped up in a house with a toddler and a screaming infant is not an easy task. No one can be expected to handle that all day every day alone, without a break- and do it all with a smile. It’s just not that simple!
Everything seems to be piling up on me all at once. The fact that I haven’t been out of the house without a kid attached to me (other than to go to an appointment, which doesn’t count) in over a year.. Holden acting like a diva, Parker’s reflux and thrush- and the fact that he screams pretty much every moment he’s awake and won’t sleep unless i’m rocking him. The fact that my boob is STILL clogged no matter how much I rub the stupid thing and that I can’t find a sitter for the kids so that I can go to my follow up appointment to make sure this clog isn’t going to make my tit fall off, since the OBGYN office I go to no longer allows children thanks to the stupid ass ‘swine flu’. The fact that I can’t seem to lose weight and I feel gross all the time and am constantly hungry.
That added to some other stupid drama crap i’m STILL dealing with (and can’t yet divulge all the details of)… and i’m bound to go Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
The only thing that’s keeping me sane right now is knowing that my hair appointment is tomorrow, and that means NO KIDS for 2 hours. Just time to sit and get pampered and not have to deal with pissing, shitting and screaming.
I’m wondering how well Thomas is going to be able to deal with both kids by himself for the first time. He’s always so damn over confident about it that it ticks me off, and he typically ends up being wrong. At least now he might have a better understanding of the crap I deal with on a daily basis and won’t bitch when I hand off Parker to him as soon as he gets home.
When the Get-Along Shirt Doesn’t Work goo.gl/fb/5f4aDV
Whenever your kids make you feel stupid, just remember that you had to teach them how to wipe their ass.
Every. Single. Time. pic.twitter.com/aAAWWjdrN3
I'm either "I HAVE 3 FRIES LEFT DON'T TOUCH MY PLATE!" or "Please take this so I can't eat any more of it!" There is no in-between.
Dear people writing articles on ways to get siblings to get along, I'll save you the time. The answer is "Don't let them play together"
Please stop Complimenting my kids’ “Good” Behavior goo.gl/fb/rwfojS
Hard pass from me pic.twitter.com/VayvW1eopK