Being a mom is hard work and I'll be the first to admit that. I am not perfect by any means. I get angry, I yell, and I get overwhelmed. But in that same breathe I am totally consumed by love for my children. One I never knew existed. The days can be long and challenging. There are so many things I was not prepared for.
Like-
A hungry toddler.
Sounds like a simple enough fix, right? WRONG! Anything and everything you suggest will result in a disgust reaction. How dare you offer me a cheese stick! No matter how many options I give my oldest daughter I never seem to get it right.
Potty training.
I thought I had this one figured out. We made the chart. Bought the special potty. Got prizes and treats. Here we are though with a three year old who will find any pull up in the house to poop in. I wish I knew what was so scary about not shitting your pants, but we're still figuring it out ourselves.
The sass.
When I was pregnant the first time, I had these darling thoughts of my little girl. You know a real charmer. What I wasn't prepared for was the amount of sass a three year old can posses. Threenagers are real y'all and they are scary!
The fighting.
"She hit me!" "She took my toy" "she's looking at me!"I remember fighting with my siblings growing up but now I understand why mom ran for cover when we started. She didn't want to hear it and good lord I don't blame her.
Say good bye to privacy.
I have used the bathroom alone maybe six times since I became a mother. Showers too! Any time I get the chance to hide away from them my first choice of activity is to either pee or shower alone.
The messes.
Oh. My. Lord. You want to see how fast your house can get turned upside down? Have a kid. I can go to the store for twenty minutes, come home and every toy they own will be scattered around the house. A bag of chips will be dumped and crushed into the carpet. Milk spilled and pooling on the floor. While the toddlers are running around naked. This always happens when said toddlers are left with Daddy.
They want to be on top of you.
Literally 24/7 I have a child on my lap. Hanging on my leg. Begging to be held. Some times three at one time. I've basically learned how to juggle small children. Its like they have a goal to see how many people we can fit onto ONE couch cushion.
The things that come out of them.
I have spent the last THREE years up to my elbows in poopy diapers. Baby spit up is my new perfume. I have spent more time dealing with someone else's bodily fluids than I have my own and there is no foreseeable end in sight. At least-- not anytime soon.
Parenting didn't come with a handbook mommas, we are all holding on for dear life. If your babies are healthy and happy you are doing it right!
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