Thursday, July 22, 2010
It's been in the high 90s for the past week or so, I'm 20 weeks pregnant, and our house has no air conditioning. By 2:00 in the afternoon, I feel like a great big puddle of pregnant goo. All I want to do is lay on the couch with three fans pointed at me and alternate reading a good book with taking naps all afternoon. Unfortunately, this doesn't play out well when you have three children.
My girls are also full of the blahs. Their cases present with a pathological desire to watch "Phinneas and Ferb," play Wii all day long, bicker with each other constantly, and argue with everything I say.
Needless to say, we're all getting on each other's nerves.
I wonder if my kids will ever pick up their clothes and wet towels without nagging, begging, threatening or reminding, and I just as often worry that I can't possibly be saving money for their shrink bills fast enough.
This parenting gig is hard work. Its been especially hard lately as I struggle to be a good mom despite pregnancy exhaustion, juggling three kids, and my own massive faults.
This past week or two has served as a magnifying glass for me- making my shortcomings as apparent as a zit under flourescent lighting.
I know I've been here before- there are lows just as there are highs, and I have to ride through the one in order to enjoy the other. I know that my kids aren't going to die from being yelled at, and I won't die from wet towels left on the floor.
And I also know that if things in our home are going to change, it's up to me to make the changes.
It sucks to be the grown-up sometimes.