Being a stay at home mom is the toughest job ever. I just looked at myself in the mirror. I am fat, disheveled and I ate chocolate chips for lunch.
My kids are driving me nuts and I love them but there are a few reasons that they are getting on my nerves…
1) Vincent had appendicitis a couple weeks ago. He had it on the day we were leaving for the beach. After surgery he wasn’t allowed in the ocean or pool. He turned to me on vacation and said, ‘you guys owe me a four day vacation because I had surgery.’
-listen kid. You just cost me like three giant medical bills. You owe me a vacation.
2) The constant whining. I don’t feel good today and I offered them to have a snack for lunch and they are whining about it.
-Eat chips… they are made from potatoes and I am pretty sure those chocolate chips you are eating are made with dairy. Plus chocolate has a cancer fighting mechanism… you’re welcome.
3) Barbies. I am constantly playing Barbies but I am usually Barbies dog who doesn’t know how to talk.
-Ok… can I have a speaking role? I think I am ready.
4) The insults. My kids call each other stupid head. ALL. DAY. LONG.
-Step it up a notch. Try stupid mother fucker and see how much more effective that is.
5) Constant eating. Where is it going? Sometimes we just run out of food. My tiny people need to learn how to ration.
-Godforbid we are in some kind of zombie apocalypse situation. They are not allowed in my bunker because they will eat our supply in a few hours.
6) Screen time. I am sick of regulating it. Just watch it so I can have some peace.
-Honestly, I think they learn more from screen than me. The boys just gave me the definition of immune. Thank you Lion Gaurd and Disney Junior!
7) I am tired of being a human couch. My three kids just have to sit on me. It is so bad that we have to rotate every five minutes.
-I finally wised up and put in a fourth five minute interval for mommy time. I am living it up for five minutes in every twenty minute rotation.
8) Pooping. I can’t wait to go back to work so I can poop alone. Right now they find me. I don’t know how and I don’t know why but they know my every move.
-They come to tell me the following: their hopes, their dreams, the best part of their day! They share with me what they are eating and drinking. How hungry they are and if I want to play with them. All this while I am wiping my ass.
9) Three square meals a day. They don’t want three… it’s more like we never leave the kitchen. I put this in twice, not because I am running out of material but because people need to prepare if they have children.
-Prepare. Prepare to spend money on food and still share everything that is on your plate.
10) Pretending to be active. We go on walks and bike rides that last at least an hour.
-We are actually only going around a long block but there is so much whining and crying that it takes extra long. Then we have to collect rocks and leaves and sticks to throw in the creek. Someone is always falling off their bike or having a near miss with a car no matter how many times I tell them to stay next to the curb.
Just to prove that I have one more left…
11) Fighting about clothes. My kids just can’t get their shit together. They wear shorts for two weeks at a time, Vincent prefers to wear his shirts inside out and sometime backwards… He claims he is waiting for snow since that is what we do before a big snowfall. I don’t even know when my kids last changed their underwear.
-I guess I am leaving their laundry up to mutual good faith. I know that we taught them all the right rules about changing their clothes and I am certain that they are not doing it. I guess that shower once a week will help with the smell.
Until next time,
Pass me the chocolate chips