The biggest white towel ever.
Anna and Luke – 10
Mommy – 0
Warning – this post will ramble in many directions. It probably won’t make sense. The grammar may suck and I will probably sound whiny and selfish. Read at your own risk.
I’m tired. I’m losing the battle of being a mom. The twins are 16 months and don’t get me wrong, they are amazing and I am very blessed. But I’m frustrated.
For example. Today I picked up lunch for me and a friend. I called it in ahead of time so I could just run in, pay and run out. As I pulled up all I could think of was seeing myself on the evening news tonight cause some crazy person called the police on me for leaving the kids in the car.
::GASP::
But I did not want to go to the trunk, pull out the massive double stroller, get each kid, buckle them in just to go in and pay for two sandwiches. Instead I got them out and let them walk in. MISTAKE! Complete disaster. Hold my hand? Ha! One ran left, the other ran right. I paid, and ran out (Yes, with the kids). And cried. Yes, really, I cried.
This is why I don’t want to go anywhere. People don’t understand why I don’t want to go here or go there or come over. Really, really? Have you tried dealing with two 16 month old babies.
They are bored. They are climbing bookshelves, desks, throwing their toys, hitting each other, hitting me, pulling each other’s hair.
Shopping has become a nightmare. When they were younger it was easy to give them a bottle and whip through the store. Not anymore.
Winter is upon us and it is getting too cold to get them outside. What am I suppose to do with them?
Please don’t tell me to join mommy groups etc. Really? What am I suppose to do with the kids? I can’t even get two kids into a house on my own.
I want to work more. We are getting so tight on money. But it makes no sense. Do you know what it costs to send two 16 month old kids to daycare? Doesn’t make any sense.
This is so hard. I’m not mom material. I suck at trying to teach my kids anything. They don’t listen to me. I feel stuck here. I miss part of my freedom. Sure, call me selfish, I really don’t care. I want to run. I want to see my friends more, I want time for myself.
And why are men so helpless. I go to work to make some extra money. I leave out notes for my husband about the kid’s dinner with the bowls and forks right next to the note. I got home and he told me he couldn’t find their forks. Really? REALLY?? THEY WERE NEXT TO THE NOTE! I wanted to scream. He told me that he was use to looking in the cupboard. He probably had to move the forks to read the note.
And why is it that because you are a stay at home mom you are all of a sudden in charge of EVERYTHING?
My car is on the fritz. I love my jeep and it is paid off. And now it’s crapping out.
I just feel like crying all the time. And when I feel sorry for myself I feel guilty and selfish. This makes me cry more.
Thank you for letting me vent. And cry.
