It was one of the worst Mother's Days I've ever had. You think I'm going to tell you some sweet silly story and everything will be okay but I'm not. It really was a horrible Mother's Day. I've been a mom for 13 years now and I can't remember a worse one.
It started out not too bad. I got to have a sleep in which is great, my favorite thing to do is sleep. My husband made a chocolate cake with the kids. I didn't really want one but I knew the kids would love it. Then they planted flowers in the front garden for me. I don't really care about the garden but I know it gives them a sense of accomplishment and they see that garden every time they go in or out of the house.
My husband had worked a night shift and usually stays up all day because he gets some sleep on his night shifts. But he picks Mother's Day to have a nap. I'm left alone with the kids. I'm always alone with the kids which is too much. So I try to make the best of it and we have some fun. I start to do the laundry too cause it needs to get done. I decide to hang the laundry outside to save money. I can't get out the door because the back door won't open far enough because my husband has left a ton of his painting stuff behind the door. I put all the excess painting stuff on the kitchen table to ask him to put somewhere else later when he gets up from his nap.
We are supposed to be at my parents house by 4pm and it's after 3 and my husband still isn't up from his nap so I yell up to him that we have to get going. He comes down all grumpy at me and starts sniping about his stuff being on the table. He goes on and on about it. I explain why I took his stuff on the table and that it needs to go some where else cause the door won't open properly. He keeps acting like an ass. I'm taking the laundry down and ask him if laundry hanging on the line is mostly his clothes which they are. So I tossed them on the ground and told him that he could pick up his own laundry.
He's all mad and I've had enough so I told him the kids and I were leaving and then he said he wasn't coming to my parents place. So I go to my parents place again alone with the kids which I do entirely too often. I discussed with the kids that I wanted them to stay upstairs with everyone and not hide in the basement watching tv the whole time. They snuck down stairs and later when they were upstairs and I asked them to stay upstairs each of them ignored me and went back down stairs.
I didn't make a big deal of it at the time but I was upset. On the way home I explained why I was upset. When I came home I really didn't want to be a mom or a wife anymore. I'm sick of being taken for granted, ignored and treated like crap all the time. I'm sick of being the 24 hour 7 day a week baby sitter and never getting to go out. My husband is a moron when it comes to being a good partner. He's more likely to go and do something with one of his few friends than his own wife. I can count on my hands how many times we've gone out as a couple since we've had kids. He always has the time and energy for other people though but never for me.
So this Mother's Day was a total bust and I'm writing it down for posterity. My husband sucked and my kids did too! And if I read one more sappy thing about Mother's Day I'm going to scream. Being a mother is not all roses and if more people knew the mind numbing boredom and undreamed of ickiness of it most people would take a pass. But we romanticise being a mom and romanticise how wonderful our kids are. Really our kids are just like the brats down the street we can't stand. And being a mom sucks a large part of the time. It doesn't mean I don't love my kids because I do very much I just don't like the job. I don't like the hours, the pay nor the lack of respect. I don't like how my husband goes from treating me like a beautiful woman to an old hag over night. I don't like the feeling that no matter what I do I'm messing up my kids. I don't like that feeling that I'm just not good enough for this job. And sadly there is no one here at my house telling me otherwise.
It started out not too bad. I got to have a sleep in which is great, my favorite thing to do is sleep. My husband made a chocolate cake with the kids. I didn't really want one but I knew the kids would love it. Then they planted flowers in the front garden for me. I don't really care about the garden but I know it gives them a sense of accomplishment and they see that garden every time they go in or out of the house.
My husband had worked a night shift and usually stays up all day because he gets some sleep on his night shifts. But he picks Mother's Day to have a nap. I'm left alone with the kids. I'm always alone with the kids which is too much. So I try to make the best of it and we have some fun. I start to do the laundry too cause it needs to get done. I decide to hang the laundry outside to save money. I can't get out the door because the back door won't open far enough because my husband has left a ton of his painting stuff behind the door. I put all the excess painting stuff on the kitchen table to ask him to put somewhere else later when he gets up from his nap.
We are supposed to be at my parents house by 4pm and it's after 3 and my husband still isn't up from his nap so I yell up to him that we have to get going. He comes down all grumpy at me and starts sniping about his stuff being on the table. He goes on and on about it. I explain why I took his stuff on the table and that it needs to go some where else cause the door won't open properly. He keeps acting like an ass. I'm taking the laundry down and ask him if laundry hanging on the line is mostly his clothes which they are. So I tossed them on the ground and told him that he could pick up his own laundry.
He's all mad and I've had enough so I told him the kids and I were leaving and then he said he wasn't coming to my parents place. So I go to my parents place again alone with the kids which I do entirely too often. I discussed with the kids that I wanted them to stay upstairs with everyone and not hide in the basement watching tv the whole time. They snuck down stairs and later when they were upstairs and I asked them to stay upstairs each of them ignored me and went back down stairs.
I didn't make a big deal of it at the time but I was upset. On the way home I explained why I was upset. When I came home I really didn't want to be a mom or a wife anymore. I'm sick of being taken for granted, ignored and treated like crap all the time. I'm sick of being the 24 hour 7 day a week baby sitter and never getting to go out. My husband is a moron when it comes to being a good partner. He's more likely to go and do something with one of his few friends than his own wife. I can count on my hands how many times we've gone out as a couple since we've had kids. He always has the time and energy for other people though but never for me.
So this Mother's Day was a total bust and I'm writing it down for posterity. My husband sucked and my kids did too! And if I read one more sappy thing about Mother's Day I'm going to scream. Being a mother is not all roses and if more people knew the mind numbing boredom and undreamed of ickiness of it most people would take a pass. But we romanticise being a mom and romanticise how wonderful our kids are. Really our kids are just like the brats down the street we can't stand. And being a mom sucks a large part of the time. It doesn't mean I don't love my kids because I do very much I just don't like the job. I don't like the hours, the pay nor the lack of respect. I don't like how my husband goes from treating me like a beautiful woman to an old hag over night. I don't like the feeling that no matter what I do I'm messing up my kids. I don't like that feeling that I'm just not good enough for this job. And sadly there is no one here at my house telling me otherwise.
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