When you have one young kid, she's hilarious.
When you have two young kids, they're as amusing as they are annoying.
When you have three young kids, their narcissism and complete lack of understanding of simple physics becomes somewhat unbearable.
I think one causes the other. My love for them requires that I take them seriously and do my best to stop, listen, and give them the attention they request. But it is impossible to always "watch this, Mom!" and listen and respond to their every thought, and clean up after (and keep them alive despite) their lack of motor skills. I quickly resent the fact that they would dare to ask me to hold something when my hands are CLEARLY full or interrupt my own grown-up thoughts and conversations to tell me (for the 5th time) that they drew two lines on a paper (idonotcare.icannotpretendtocareforthe40thtimetoday. "oh, awesome. one, two! look at you!" 🙄).
I think the only solution for me is to make sure I get some time away. Running a few mornings a week has actually started to be a sacred "me" time (or me and Os, because he doesn't talk yet). I never thought I'd enjoy running or want to do it for any purpose other than to be physically fit. But I also never thought I'd make my bed, and here I am doing it (well not actually in the summer because there is nothing on the bed to make).
I hate getting time away because I miss my kids terribly and I worry that they're not getting everything they need - enough sleep, proper nutrition, enough but not too much attention, etc. etc. etc. etc. And I wonder what on earth they're thinking about! I barely remember how to think my own thoughts - it's all I want to do when they're around and the only thing I can't do when they're gone!
I went to Target by myself recently and I absolutely did not know what to do with myself. When squeezing past a manikin display, I subconsciously reached out to take hold of its hand. I then became painfully aware of my awkward hands which where just hanging there at the end of my arms (what do people do with their hands when they're not literally full of children?!). I couldn't remember why I had come to the store or what things I would normally want to browse just for fun--but wouldn't be able to because my kids would start to whine and need to keep moving. I bought some children's ibuprofen and left - walked the whole way to the end of the parking lot where I had parked for the sheer joy of walking so far, so fast, without endangering anyone's life. I had nothing and no one to enjoy the experience with and I kind of hated it. But I also needed it, because I had ever so much more patience and appreciation for hearing all of those simple sentences when I got home.
What do you love so much that you have to take a break from in order to continue well?
When you have two young kids, they're as amusing as they are annoying.
When you have three young kids, their narcissism and complete lack of understanding of simple physics becomes somewhat unbearable.
I've been trying to figure out how and what and why I love my children so much and am also so done with them multiple times a day.
I think one causes the other. My love for them requires that I take them seriously and do my best to stop, listen, and give them the attention they request. But it is impossible to always "watch this, Mom!" and listen and respond to their every thought, and clean up after (and keep them alive despite) their lack of motor skills. I quickly resent the fact that they would dare to ask me to hold something when my hands are CLEARLY full or interrupt my own grown-up thoughts and conversations to tell me (for the 5th time) that they drew two lines on a paper (idonotcare.icannotpretendtocareforthe40thtimetoday. "oh, awesome. one, two! look at you!" 🙄).
I think the only solution for me is to make sure I get some time away. Running a few mornings a week has actually started to be a sacred "me" time (or me and Os, because he doesn't talk yet). I never thought I'd enjoy running or want to do it for any purpose other than to be physically fit. But I also never thought I'd make my bed, and here I am doing it (well not actually in the summer because there is nothing on the bed to make).
I hate getting time away because I miss my kids terribly and I worry that they're not getting everything they need - enough sleep, proper nutrition, enough but not too much attention, etc. etc. etc. etc. And I wonder what on earth they're thinking about! I barely remember how to think my own thoughts - it's all I want to do when they're around and the only thing I can't do when they're gone!
I went to Target by myself recently and I absolutely did not know what to do with myself. When squeezing past a manikin display, I subconsciously reached out to take hold of its hand. I then became painfully aware of my awkward hands which where just hanging there at the end of my arms (what do people do with their hands when they're not literally full of children?!). I couldn't remember why I had come to the store or what things I would normally want to browse just for fun--but wouldn't be able to because my kids would start to whine and need to keep moving. I bought some children's ibuprofen and left - walked the whole way to the end of the parking lot where I had parked for the sheer joy of walking so far, so fast, without endangering anyone's life. I had nothing and no one to enjoy the experience with and I kind of hated it. But I also needed it, because I had ever so much more patience and appreciation for hearing all of those simple sentences when I got home.
What do you love so much that you have to take a break from in order to continue well?
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