Oh man. I saw this book at the library, read the title and added it to the stack. I couldn't agree with the title more. I grew up babysitting. I used to call mom's and ask if I could come over and play with their kids. Ha! I worked as a nanny, babysat every day of the summer for families with working mom's. I took kids on bike rides, plane rides and entertained two sweet boys on a tour bus. I babysat all through college, seminary and even while married and living in Montana, I babysat.
So when we first got pregnant I didn't feel a bit apprehensive. I knew babies. I knew toddlers. I knew tantrums and bedtime routines and how to get herds out the door and into the car. I was ready.
But yesterday I called my mom bawling. I told her I just wasn't cut out for this. I have a cold, Elsie is so fussy lately and isn't sleeping. She was up all night the night before and I was running on no sleep. Ivar is testing, always testing. Trying to find every boundary. And yesterday I just couldn't see any relief. This is my every day. My weekends look no different than my weekdays. And it feels like I am on some perpetual crazy cycle of wiping noses and then wiping bottoms and then noses again and bottoms too.
Sigh* I hear ya sister! Although I was not an avid babysitter or even "baby-lover" I was hyper critical of parenting styles. I was, after all, a camp counselor forever so of course having had a bunch of kids in a cabin for one week at a time meant I was an expert. Yeah...
The part you don't understand about parenting until you do it is the mind-numbing monotony of it. Yes, it's wonderful, magical, life-changing, and miraculous (ly exhausting). But when the bulk of your day is spent changing diapers, cleaning up yogurt, tripping on legos, stepping on cheerios, rocking back and forth mumbling to yourself with poop on your face, trying to keep on top of dishes and laundry, and getting dressed by 3PM every bloody day, the best description is...
It's also why I bought this book.
Only I don't know hardly any other stay-at-home moms and the ones I have met so far look at me like I'm a she-devil when I merely mention that play dates would be so much more fun without kids...judgers.
All of this is to say "Bravo" Becca for having the guts to talk about how hard it is to be a mom some days. The truth is I wouldn't make a different decision. I've considered it frequently but given everything pertinent to our little bubble, this is what my husband and I have decided for our family. The luxury of having the choice is not lost on me either.
So to all of you parents out there who have done and do this hard work you are marvelous...insane, but marvelous ;)
Maybe I should write a parenting book. I think the title would be something like Why having kids was a terrible idea that I'll never regret. Anyone know a desperate publisher?