Parenting is a full-time job, but unlike a “real” job, there are no sick days. You don’t feel like being a mom today? Too bad! You are one. You have to do “your job.” Today was a day that if I could have called in sick, I would have.
I’m a good worker, I show up every day and every night. I’m there for my kids. Come on, I deserve a day off!
This morning Ari refused to be changed or wear pants. He hid under the couch. Meanwhile Samara was screaming. I asked him to come out from under the couch 50,000 times and finally, my brain short circuited and I lost it. I yelled at him. He yelled back. Wil woke up, saw that I was in distress, grabbed Ari from underneath the couch where he was hiding and changed him. He had a private talk with Ari, lecturing him to listen to me. Then he went back to sleep because he had worked the night before.
The rest of the day was filled with more crankiness. I tried to save the day by buying Ari and I each a chocolate chip cookie, but nothing could save this day.
Don’t get me wrong, my kids are cute as hell, and I love them so much it hurts.
But today was a day when I would have given anything to sleep in, eat ice cream and do absolutely nothing.
Who else wants a day off?