You know what sucks? No, of course not. You come here and read my blog so I can tell you what sucks.What sucks is all the decisions I have to make.
I hate it.
Like just now. Sagan was screaming at me, literally, to put some of my coke zero in her damn sippy cup (she swears, I tell her its not lady-like. Gets it from her damn father). I know if I give her water she will refuse it, throw it to the floor, and scream (again, just like her dad). Milk won't cut it; juice, maybe, but it is far away in the kitchen. Sure, my CZ has caffeine, but no calories ... and the caffeine will probably wear off by bedtime.
So I give in.
And again.
And again. She is very demanding (just like daddy).
Every day, I am confronted by a GAZILLION choices and I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT!
what to feed the kids, whether to eat, what to eat, what to dress the kids in, whether to shower, whether to shave, what to wear, socks or no, if I should clean, what I should clean, if I should check email first, blog next, be happy or grumpy, take offense or let it slide, always what to feed them next, take out the trash or wait and see if Greg will, disney or pbs, music, which station or pandora, whatshouldimakefordinner, should i exercise, treadmill or sidewalk, read a book or a blog, make a plate for Greg to be considerate or why waste my time or the food when he never eats leftovers, go to bed and sleep so I can get up early or stay up and watch TV with my beloved whom I miss intensely. On and on and on and on and on ...
Saturday and Sunday are even worse. I don't just have to make decisions, I have to make decisions that will be approved by my husband. Because he doesn't like to make decisions but he loves vetoing mine.
I DON'T CARE, ANYTHING WILL BE FINE, JUST DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE.
Thanks. Feel better. What are you having for dinner. I think we're gonna try the chicken fritter things.
I know that I will save timeenergyfrustrationsanity if I PLAN better. A decision made in advance is one less I have to make now. BUT I'm in a quagmire of hopelessness. I'm drowning. There is too much to do. Every time I start something, someone spills a box of cereal on the floor.
And I swear I heard him mumble, "What do you do all day?!"
That's why I punch him, y'know. He's a jerk.
Publish or Save as a Draft?
2 Brilliant Bits of Inspiration:
Publish. I don't think there is a wife or mother alive that cannot relate to this. Actually, I think all ADULTS can. You spend your youth raging against your parents, thinking "One day I am going to decide what I do"..then, you realize how much it sucks, but its too late to go back.
A million tired cliches are running through my mind "hang in there", "It will get better" yada yada.
I will spare you. All I will say is blog to deal with your frustration! We love it!!
GAH! I can relate to that too. The good news? You have fewer and fewer of those days as the kids get older. I can handle moody pre-teens, it's the constantly-hanging-on-you-can't-get-a-break little ones that were so tough for me. You are in that phase of constantly enduring while trying to 'enjoy' the million little distractions. Hang in there!
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