Today has been a little bit of a rough day. I love my children more than I can express, but man they definitely know how to drive me CRAZY. I never seem to feel like I can get anything done, and when they whine and bug, all it does is aggravate the situation. (This generally only applies to my two youngest. My oldest is at that age where she is super chill and likes her space, as we all do. That, and she wasn’t home today. More on that in detail in a later blost). I struggle all day trying to juggle giving attention to my hyper-active nap-avoiding monsters as I clean, cook breakfast/lunch/dinner, hand out snacks in between, wash and fold an endless abyss of laundry, water the plants, remember to water and feed myself….(sigh). It can take a toll, and today it did. My youngest daughter came up to me today when I finally got to sit down and asked me over and over and over again if I would play dollies with her. Before I could hide it, a big annoyed “NO” was sprawled all over my mean mug and seeping out of my rolling eyes all before I even told her “not now.” It instantly broke my heart when I saw the look on her face, but for goodness sake- being told to pretend to be a headless LOL doll baby wearing Elsa’s dress who’s lost in the wilderness crying for her mom who couldn’t be her mom because I’m pretty sure that’s Peppa Pig’s mom is the LAST thing I wanna do right when I sit down after being in an awful mood all day (deep breath). My guy tries to fix the situation by offering to put a cartoon on for her even though he hates letting her have too much computer/TV time, and she still insists that she wants to play with mommy. Whyyy?? Why me? Why don’t you ever ask your dad to play?
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