Nine, Seven and Two

These numbers are the meaning of my life. They are the ages of my kids. These are the folks, I hangout with everyday.

When I became a mom, I never imagined how my life would change drastically. I mean it’s such a 360.

I can’t even remember, the last time I went to take a piss without peeing on my underwear. Or taking a dump with having an audience.

Heck! Sometimes I, don’t remember to brush my teeth. This is how it has been since becoming a mom.

When kids are babies they seem to be more manageable. At some point. Because heck, you already don’t sleep but they tend to sleep and eat and not ask for anything.

Now, all I hear is nagging, yelling, whining, crying, just noise after noise.

Sometimes, I wish my kids would understand how stressful it is to take care of them. To be able to see that Mom is tired. That I, need to sleep for five hundred years. And wake up when they are well behaved.

Then again I was just daydreaming!

Being a parent is a huge responsibility. You stop caring for yourself and care for others who don’t have a clue of their surroundings. And then you are too concerned about how everyone else is doing and you are all broken and ticking like a bomb ready to explode. Or at least that is how I feel.

After being a stay at home for almost 9 years. I have come to realize that. Nobody will care for your kids like yourself.

The dad goes to work and is not concerned of how or what is going on with the children. I can be a broken crying newborn and he doesn’t even bother to ask what’s wrong? I won’t apologize for this but

“men are assholes”

Yes, I said it. And I’m not taking it back.

Our kids are not brought to this world by one person. But by two people who fall in love.

So, man up and take charge of the kids.

Just because you’re a parent don’t treat your wife different. Yeah, she might not look like she did ten years ago. But inside she is tired, broken, lonely, screaming for help.

Yearning for someone’s touch. The need to hear that she’s okay. She’s beautiful. She’s doing great. Momma were in this together.

I tell this to you momma, if you are reading this. We’re in this together. I, feel your pain. You’re tiredness. Your anger. Your loneliness. Parenting is heartbreaking and deadly. But with the grace of god we will make it.

We will raise these little folks and one day look back and cry and say, “oh, how I miss when I couldn’t even!”

If your kid asks you to play tag, play with them. Screw dinner and the pile of dishes.

Yeah, maybe right now we feel trapped and look like zombies. but it will all be worth it. Kids are little for a certain amount of time. Enjoy all the giggles and non sense. And that booger that my son always places on my cheek.

And to those who wish not to be part of this journey? Screw them.



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