Sometimes my kids go to bed in their daytime clothes. Sometimes they eat Pop Tarts or strictly the marshmallows out of their Lucky Charms for breakfast. There are even times, *gasp*, where we eat fast food instead of a whole foods, organic, three-course meal that includes some sort of kale. Stop clutching your pearls, ladies, and realize that parenthood sometimes isn't as amazing as we all dream it to be. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids, and yes, we share lots of magical rainbow and butterfly moments. However, there are times where we, as moms, are going to be selfish, tired, bored, or annoyed. That is perfectly normal, and anyone who says differently is lying to themselves. My home has dust, dirt, and toys not put away. If I go to your house, it better damn well too, or my kids and I are leaving.
There comes a time in the day where having been climbed on, grabbed, poked, prodded, and engaged with for a full 12 hours, I would eventually just say "Get off of me!". My husband looked at me as if to say "How DARE you?!"; our poor little snowflakes were probably scarred for life. We don't have any outstanding therapy bills for them, yet, so I think we are going to be fine. My youngest has developed a pretty involved YouTube habit, however, not sure if that counts.
Parenthood isn't perfect, and as many say, kids don't come with a manual. We are all left to work it out, in the thick of it, and hope for the best. It's like a shitty game of craps, where no one really wins. I'll say it again in case you didn't hear it the first time, that's okay. We are all going to tackle the challenge of raising children differently, and if that means listening to Frozen for the zillionth time just so I can drink my coffee before it gets cold, again, then so be it. Most importantly, I don't try to hide it. Right now my little junkie is blasting YouTube on my cell phone and playing with blocks so I can finish this blog. BUT she had breakfast first so I get to put it in the "win" column for the day.