I Don’t Want to be a Mom Today
Who said this whole “parenting” thing was the hardest job in the world?
Because they were right.
I’m ready to throw in the towel these days, guys.
“Three” is kicking my butt. Big Time.
And we aren’t even at three yet. We’re still about six or seven weeks out.
And I am tired.
Tired of the whining. Tired of the tantrums. Tired of the cartoons and the fussing and the defiance and the clinginess and the messes and the crumbs and the dirt and the whining and the exhaustion that comes with my every day life of being a parent to a toddler these days.
I’m tired of being told “NO!” more times than I can count.
I’m tired of every. single. decision. that doesn’t go the way that my son wants being met with one of those monumental breakdowns that includes (but is not limited to) crying, screaming, whining, kicking and hitting.
I’m tired of being the only one who can put my son to bed. Or get him dressed. Or get him out of the car. Or give him a bath.
It isn’t that my husband doesn’t volunteer (though with his work schedule he’s as busy as I am). It’s more that Little Man doesn’t want daddy to do those things. He wants mommy.
He wants mommy to take care of everything.
I’m tired of freak-outs that could destroy Western Civilization because that one particular toy that hasn’t been played with in eight months, is missing. You know. That one toy that came in a Happy Meal and is only about three inches long. That one. That can’t be seen with the naked eye. But that your kid just HAS to have or their life is going to end. That toy.
And it doesn’t stop at being mommy. There’s a whole different post that could be titled “I don’t want to be a Wife today,” too. One that includes the fact that I’m sick of doing laundry and providing meals that aren’t from the freezer section of the grocery store.
But that’s another post.
Right now, I can only focus on the fact that this terrible three’s thing is no joke.
And mommy is freakin’ tired.
And ready lock herself in a padded room with a bottle of wine and tell everyone to leave me alone.
Because mommy is just plain tired of being mommy these days.
Okay. Now let me go ahead and address those who might read this and throw in one of those “you should be thankful you have children” kind of comments. My daily readers and frequent visitors will understand, without having to be told, that I love my son past the point of words. Don’t believe me? Think I’m a horrible parent? Go read these. And then come back and tell me that you understand why I’m ready to pull my hair out these days.
Linking up with Shell today for Pour Your Heart Out.
[…] that did the wrong to you. For no other reason than because I was exhausted and frustrated and tired of being a parent that day, I let something simple that I would have normally handled differently, turn into a […]
The three’s for my son were the worst. While the fours present their own challenge, they do not even hold a candle to the three years.
The good news? They aren’t three forever. I swear, my son had his birthday and it miraculously got better overnight.
And I totally get the need to vent about frustrations. Knowing you aren’t alone and others have survived it help so much.
Meanwhile, my daughter just turned two, so I’m already preparing for round 2….
Okay, one more bit of #commentcrack.
I felt like this too, right before Connor turned three. I thought I was DEAD. I figured 3 was going to be a total nightmare. But… it has been okay. Better, actually, because 3 year olds are freakin’ hilarious. We still have those demands and meltdowns and all that, but there’s some really good stuff too, and the “behaviour” is actually not nearly as bad as I feared it would be.
Here’s hoping the same is true for you.
I totally feel you on the “mommy has to do everything” kick. AD absolutely REFUSES to let M tuck him into bed and read him a story. He can’t help with the bath either or get him dressed. So it all falls on me…day in and day out..hang in there and just live for the little moments, although they seem FEW, where you have the “perfect angel” child and you question why they cant ALWAYS be that way!
[…] love my son to pieces, but theterrible three’s are kicking me in the teeth. The whining, the crying, the tantrums, the defiance, the […]
I have been there more times than I can count. This last weekend I had my husband take the kids grocery shopping and run the errands because I needed a break. My kids wanted me but they had to deal with it. Sometimes they don’t get what they want.
You’re right. They have to learn that life doesn’t revolve around them all the time. I have the husband take the little man out once in a while so I can get some silence.
Courtney, I sooooo know what you mean. I know I should be thankful for my boys and thankful to have Carsyn, but some days I just don’t want to do it. I get tired of the therapies and the exercises, etc on top of having a tantrum throwing 3 year old. It is so hard being a mommy.
Thanks girl. I can’t imagine adding in that extra stress and frustration. But, if it’s any consolation, you’re doing a killer job!!