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Me as a Mom: Then vs. Now

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It’s not just that the summer has worn me down to the point that I don’t care. It’s not that with every year that passes I become a crappier and crappier mom. More tired, yes, but not crappier. It’s not that I don’t occasionally helicopter from time to time. And it’s definitely not the every day changes in life that we notice like the fact that my not even 9 year old already has horrendous body odor and OMFG HOW DID WE GET TO THIS POINT ALREADY I’M NOT PREPARED FOR PUBERTY!

No, no. It’s none of those.

As I sat on my couch this morning and heard elephant turds falling to the ground size thumps coming from the ceiling above me, and I didn’t have to grind my teeth together to prevent myself from charging up the stairs- I have officially reached another level of motherhood.

 

Kids fighting-
THEN: Run and intervene, help them figure out an immediate solution or just f’ing solve it for them
NOW: “FIGURE IT OUT FOR YOURSELVES!”- from the couch. While sipping coffee.

Lunches:
THEN: Ask what the kids want, if they want something different- why the hell not? Prepare their specific orders like a seasoned chef
NOW: They’ll get whatever the hell I’m making, and they aren’t gonna complain about it or they get nothing.

Tattling:
THEN: Listen intently and try to decipher what actually happened. Figure out if it is worthy of punishment.
NOW: “DON’T TATTLE TO ME UNLESS YOU ARE INJURED, I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS HOLY!”

Loud thumps/crashes
THEN: Run to the source of the noise while praying something or someone is not broken
NOW: *listens for screams* *no screams* Meh.

Sick kids:
THEN: Tended to every need- full well knowing I would end up sick, and I always did
NOW: *wears full hazmat suit* You just… stay over there. I’ll toss you some meds *washes hands profusely*

Sharing:
THEN: Shared all the things. Usually got left with backwash or soggy crackers.
NOW: “Oh, no, honey. You can’t have any of this. It has alcohol in it” (only true half the time)

Cursing:
THEN: Oh, fudge! You little lint lickers better stop farting around or I’m going to punish your hinies!
NOW: Look. Some things just deserve a “fuck”

Television/Screens/Electronics:
THEN: Very strictly limited, educational programming only
NOW: OMFG IF IT WILL SHUT YOU UP, GO AHEAD!

Cleaning/Chores:
THEN: Let’s make it into a fun game!
NOW: If you don’t pick up your shit, I’ll take your door off the hinges and donate all of your toys.

 

I am not the mother I once was… and I’m probably not the same mother I will be tomorrow. Or maybe I’ve just morphed into Roseanne.

Posted on August 17, 2016 by Holdin' Holden 1 Comment
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  • Holy hell I’ve hit the same points with my boyfriend’s kids! Nonstop fighting, tattle on damn near everything. “Anyone bleeding or broken? No? Then I don’t care, leave me out of it!”