Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Price of Parenthood.
So we probably knew going into this parenting thing that there were some changes coming.
We probably had been warned about the interrupted sleep. We knew it was a lot of work.
Am I the only one who didn't realize just how much change was involved?
I had a birthday this past weekend. (You can take that as an excuse for not posting.)
Traditionally, birthdays are about celebrating one person on one day.
Unless that person is a mom.
Don't misunderstand me. I was celebrated, indulged and spoiled.
It was just worked in around snacks, naps, kids music, Candyland and diapers.
I found myself yearning for an adult day.
I could just do it and make the kids live in my world for a change.
Eat on my schedule at a restaurant without paper place mats with crayons.
Listen to my music - at volume.
Let the laundry and dishes pile up.
We all know it would never work.
In addition - I am sick. I should have spent at least one of the past 6 days in bed.
Mommies are not allowed to be sick.
Sick means going to bed as soon as the kids are in bed and not a minute before.
Having a birthday as a mom means giving the extra frosting off your cake to the kids.
It means letting them 'help' (open) your gifts.
It means letting them blow out your candles.
It means letting them hold your gifts until they have established it is not something they are really interested in.
It means that even on your birthday the kids needs and most likely their wants come first.
So planning ahead my 60th should be a hedonistic nirvana.