I feel like a worn out, ragged, ripping at the seems, dirty, ugly, broke down rag doll. Torn to shreds by ruthless feral children. Three of them. I need a vacation more than I have ever needed one in my entire life. I want days of not being needed, whined at, screeched for; not refereeing, preparing meals just to clean them from the floor and their faces, loading and unloading, loading and unloading, explaining how to write the letter M, reading First 100 Animals for the gazillionth time, being head butted and bitten by a frustrated 12 mo old that doesnt understand why we cant just live outside, or must sit in a high chair, or be buckled in our car seat, or cant put broken glass in our mouth. A break from potty training, wiping butts, brushing teeth, going to appointments, putting 3 people to bed more than once each night. A vacation from constant adrenaline rushes when you hear a loud crash followed by crying or laughter. Or silence followed by crying or laughter. Or just silence in general. This is the absolute hardest job ever in the history of humankind. Love my kids but they sure know how to wear me the (insert your favorite cuss word) out. This is not a cry for help, or a request for advice. Please only comment on this status if you wanna say ME TOO MAMA or HERE. Just a vent sesh since Im surrounded by feral children 95% of the time.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 14:25:42 +0000
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