10 Things I Hate About Being a Mom

Let me start by reassuring you that I absolutely, positively, most definitely, Love with a capital L, being a Mom. I thank God everyday for my children and praise Him for allowing me to be their Mama. That said, I don't always love every little detail that comes with parenting. Hate may be a bit strong, but there are definitely times that I'm not overly thrilled when it comes to Momming and that's okay.

Not loving every single second of parenting doesn't make you a bad Mom or ungrateful for the gift you've been given, it simply makes you human.

So here it goes (in no particular order);

1.Dishes

I hate doing dishes and children, babies in particular, create more dishes. I love my baby girl, but right now I feel like all I'm ever doing is standing at the sink and washing bottles. Then pump parts. Then more bottles. Then more pump parts. And again. And again. My hands are so dry and cracked, not enough lotion in the world will help. Oh, and don't get me started on all the small bottle parts that require special brushes and extra attention. God Bless the Moms that go the extra mile and sanitize too. You ladies are the real MVPs.

2. I can't go to the bathroom alone

I just want to pee in peace. That's all. Enough said.

3. Cold coffee

I miss warm coffee. No, I miss hot coffee. I like to drink it as soon as it's brewed and hot enough to burn my mouth. The hotter the better. So often now I make my coffee and then get distracted with something Mom or Child related and then have to reheat my coffee later. You can tell me it's the same all you want, but you're wrong. Reheated coffee is most definitely not the same. I just want to enjoy my hot coffee in peace and quiet, but I lost that luxury when I decided to go for two under two.

4. Early mornings

My kids wake up at 5am. Everyday. Even on the weekends. Which means I get up at 5am. Everyday. Even on the weekends. I just want to sleep. I miss being able to sleep in and take naps whenever I want. Seriously, the whole sleep thing once you have kids is complete bullshit, but it's just part of the gig I guess.

5. Sharing food

I'm like Joey Tribbiani when it comes to food. I don't want to share. I get my son his own plate with the exact same food, yet he wants what's on my plate. Theres no explaining that it's the same thing and that he already has some. He just points and grunts indicating that he wants what's on my plate. Mommy doesn't share food!!!! (In my best Joey voice).

6. Drinking backwash

Similar to the food on my plate, my son always wants my cup rather than his. I try explaining that they both have water in them but he doesn't care. He wants Mommy's cup. I probably drink way more backwash than I care to realize.

7. Paying for daycare

I have to say that we are blessed in the daycare department. We love our daycare. The teachers and director are fantastic and they truly love our kiddos. We know our kids are happy and safe and that is priceless, until the end of the week when we write the check... I will leave out how much we pay but I will tell you that it's double our mortgage. I remember when I use to have money.

8. Hair pulling

Now, a lot of you are the thinking that many little ones pull hair, but trust me when I tell you that this is different. My son constantly has to be pulling my hair. Not just piece by piece. I'm talking chunks of hair. Bald spots and blood people! I love him so much and I understand that him pulling my hair is likely a comfort thing, but I could very easily do without it.

9. Crumbs/Messes

I found a Cheerio in my bra once. This is not a lie. Nestled right down in between the girls. Along with under the couch, in the couch, on the rug, in the cabinets, inside toy cars, in the ball pit, in my dog's fur, and in my car! There are snacks and crumbs everywhere. All of the sweeping and vacuuming in the world cannot keep up with the amount of crumbs and messes you find when you have a toddler. I've just come to terms with the fact that not everything can be clean at once. It's either me, my kids, the dog, or my house, but never all at the same time. If I look clean and put together just know that something else in my life got the short end of the stick.

10. Packing extra shit

We travel most weekends and the amount of stuff you have to pack when kids are involved is unreal. A weekend visit somewhere seems like we are packing to move. Between two kids and the dog we cannot see out the back window of the car. There is always something that we forget to pack too. It's inevitable. What's even worse than packing all of the shit, is unpacking all of the shit.

So there you have it. Call me a bad Mom, but I'm okay admitting that I don't love every little aspect of being a Mother. However, I love my kids so much more than I could ever hate doing the dishes. I will happily walk around with Cheerios in my bra if it means I get to be a Mom.

It's okay, Mama.

Fran