Post in comments your horror stories so I don’t feel alone. We all have so many its going to be hard to pick – you know like that time the darling child projectile pooped on the wall, or the first diaper when the baby slid down it (thank you hospital for the inclined bed) and proceeded to get tar poop all up her back, or that time……….
Holy Cow moment ?: When someone says you will have good months and you will have bad months no one ever says – you will have BAD months. Capital BAD – as in the apocalypse can’t hold a candle to this kind of bad.
My child although the center of my world (by necessity this week rather then because of my undying adoration), isn’t making being a mommy easy. I could take Sunday when we didn’t sleep – AT ALL, I could handle Tuesday when we slept for roughly 3 hours, I could handle Wednesday when – well you get the picture. What pushed me over the edge was when at midnight I picked up my coughing child to comfort her and BAM – projectile baby spew everywhere. I will spare you the details. But at this point I gently sit down the adorable ball of mess that has somehow been linked to my loins and now I just stand there. I am soaked, arms being held away from my body in pure confusion as to what to do next. What does one do in this situation?
Well I will tell you what this mom did. I very methodically removed my clothing in order to avoid any additional mess. I then removed my child’s and we had bonding time until I could muster up the comprehension that I now needed to redress each of us and clean the crib, the carpet, another load of laundry, keep the dogs from licking the mess up and keep the baby company. I repeat no one ever prepares you for the BAD weeks. Halfway into cleaning up this fabulous mess, that had to occur at midnight, I call my husband who is lucky working, lucky for him not me or his ears. Bless the mans heart he does offer to come home; but like any headstrong, frustrated woman in the throngs of chaos we decline. Why you ask? To make the man in our lives pay for something. Who knows what the poor guy is paying for but he will be forced to listen to us cry, blow up, sob and lastly become rational again. So for mom’s there are BAD weeks for dads there are pure HELL weeks.
How do men stay in a marriage with a woman and children? Well in my case I think it’s fear. Would you want to leave an insane person who could most likely figure out stalking, man slaughter or torture techniques that the agent worlds used to use? I think not. (Actually in my case I am lucky and it turns out he loves us even if I am a bit crazy and our child a little bit of a pain.)
I survived, I really really did. But I question if my sanity is in tacked. HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!
Holy Cow I really thought I was a rational person. I thought I handled crazy well; wrong. An eight month old has beaten me. One more win for the child and one more loss for mom. Maybe the infant years are really to prepare us for the losing battles of when our children are teens, when the fights are verbal and might just hurt a little more. Oh right – the whole child bearing process is a learning period for something else – IT NEVER STOPS. There should be a metal similar to the Purple Heart for surviving parenthood.