Being a parent SUCKS!!

Heather Irwin
Apr 15, 2015
4 min read

If you dont feel that way at least once, while being a parent.. you are lying to yourself!!!

Dont get me wrong, I love my boys! They are wonderful little people, who are actually quite well behaved children.

However, there are days where I think for the most brief moment.. What the hell was I thinking, when I said I wanted children.

I always find entertainment in those mothers who blubber on about how wonderful and perfect motherhood is. Or how pregnancy was so amazing.

First of all.. pregnancy can be pretty awesome. Not for me.. but it can be. But remind me again how stoked you were about pregnancy in your final month.

I do not know a single women who has been pregnant, that did not bitch about pregnancy, and how they were SO done.. in the last month. Most start about 6-8 weeks before their due date. Most of my friends try not to complain, because they feel it would be insensitive due to what we went through with our youngest. But I assure them it does not bother me. Because IT FREAKING SUCKS!!!

So what happens is, once you have your perfect bundle of joy.. all the shit, the pain, discomfort is lost. This is why most parents generally forget about the bad times, because the good times out weight the bad.

I am not holding on to the bad, but rather just being realistic. Today is just like any other day, nothing in particular has happened. It is just sometime the responsibility that goes along with being a parent, is just cumbersome.

Nothing about my morning or day is unlike any other normal parenting situation. You wake up, get your children ready for school, fed, make them lunches (if I have time), then try to get ready for work and head to the office. I am insanely fortuante that I have a boss that does not hold me to a strict schedule. So I do not have to be in the office at a precise time. But that doesnt mean I havent set a schedule for myself to stick to.

My youngest is in half days. I work int he office the hours he is in school. So if I dont book it to the office immediately following them leaving to school on the bus, I am cutting myself work time. Sure I can also work from home... but there are certain things that just have to be done in the office.

They get on the bus at 8:35 am, Jaxson gets off the bus mid day around 12:10 pm. So if traffic treats me right... I can reach the office by 9 am, settle in, but I have to hit the road by 11:45 am. This way I make it back for the bus. Brady is ADHD, anyone who has a child with severe ADHD will understand how hard mornings are, until their pill kicks in.

Therefore the 30 min that I afford for myself to shower, and attempt to look even remotely presentable is generally replaced with hounding him to complete simple tasks. So usually I roll into work, makeup, or partial makeup... a hoodie, and if I am really fancy, pants that couldnt double as sleep/lounge wear. Again, my boss and office is amazing. So I can get away with that sort of stuff. But it doesnt mean I want to. I find it hard to be motivated in leggings and a hoodie, without my face put on.

Anyway, you have a morning full of "Brady, please get dressed" (10-20 times) or "Please put on your shoes.. Brady... shoes... Brady.. shoes.. BRADY.. GET YOUR SHOES ON NOW!!! The bus is coming!!!". Jaxson is more self sufficient, and sadly he probably takes the brunt of mornings with his mom being grumpy and not a morning person. Who builds up aggression through the morning because of his brother. I try to be as patient as possible, but I tell you.. this is hard!

There are simply days where I think... cant school just be a bit longer? I sure would love to have some time to myself. I would love to be able to actually clean the house without breaking up fights or cleaning up new messes as I move along.

Either way, this morning was just like all the other mornings I have. Nothing big happened. But I just thought... damn... why did I decide to have kids? My life would suck without them.. but what does that saya about me? Glutton for punishment? I guess you have to have crap days, or hard times, to truly enjoy the good times.

I can safely say, the good times easily out weight the bad or frustrating days. My boys are about the funniest kids ever, and crack me up on a daily basis. My life would totally suck without that!