My First Post

Whoa! I made it through another day with three kids and a moody husband. We successfully made it through the day without any accident in our pants (potty training the 2 year-old) one case of the stomach flu (the 7 year-old) and one incident of missing home work (the 13 year-old). We just got the 7 year-old and the 2 year-old into bed (although it is doubtful the 2 year-old will stay in bed) and I finally have a few minutes to breath today. So, what do I do with the well-deserved free time? I sit here plopped in front of the tv watching the Bachlorette too tired to do anything else. When I have a few moments of free time, I sometimes ponder the question why didn't my mom tell me how hard being a parent and a mom was going to be? We are bombarded with images and ideas that parenting is this glorious task and we bring these kids home from the hospital and are suppose to have these idealistic moments of euphoria and raise these perfect little human beings. They never show you in these commercials and tv programs the endless nights of kids screaming because the want to nurse every two hours and endless nights and days of cleaning up diarrhea and vomit because your kid has the stomach flu. You never see the kids throwing themselves on the floor in a store because you won't buy them the toy that they absolutely have to have or else they will die. You never see the part where they tell you they hate you and blame you for ruining their lives because you won't let them hang with their friends because they failed a test at school. Maybe my mom did tell me and I just choose not to listen. Don't get me wrong, I have wonderful kids and am so blessed every time their little faces smile at me and tell me they love me. I just wish someone would have told me how hard it was going to be.