I wish I truly knew all of the things I thought I knew when I was younger. All of the things when I wasn't a parent that I said I would never do flash like a old black and white movie through my head.
My reality is not anything that I thought it would be. Not that I don't love every second of my wonderful, terrifying and fulfilling life.
Elijah...(known hereafter only as The Destroyer) has taught me more about life in two short years then I could have ever wanted to know.
Stay at home moms do not get the credit they deserve. No,I do not hold a paying full time job. I do not contribute much money to the household bank account.
If I were to be paid for what I do, I would expect that we would be quite financially stable, with no debt to speak of. If you do the math, local daycare workers get paid $11 an hour...11 dollars an hour x 24 hours a day x 763 days of The Destroyers life =$201,432..........that ain't pocket change!
I wrote a blog not too long ago that I deleted because it was a harsh and ill-thought out rant. I am sure it offended some, and made some laugh. I deleted it because after some comments from my Aunt Loretta (who has 6 children and knows more then I) made me think about the other side of things and also take a step back at my iron-clad ideas.
I have learned that you can't have many iron-clad ideas with kids. Your ideas are more like jello that hasn't quite set.
I have learned that there are people that know more then me about everything. I just need to tap into those resources more often. I need to step back and evaluate what is and isn't working in my parenting practices.
I do know that by nap time everyday, I look like I have been climbing through the sewer system.
My face undoubtedly has some kind of condiment or dirt smeared on it. My hair is falling out of the ponytail that I put in when I woke up. My t-shirt is stained with gross boogers, or previously stated condiments and or dirt. It is only noon. I have only one child.
I tell ya, these terrible two's are kicking my butt. My sweet, soft natured, little baby boy has turned into a fit having, unreasonable, destroyer of all.
I am trying to use patience, love and understanding during this time. This is not working.
Actually, NOTHING is working. Time out is worse on me then him. Standing there holding him still until he calms down does nothing more then give me a backache and headache. Spanking is my last resort these days, but is not fruitful either. Reasoning... with a 2 year old? Yes, I tried it... I might as well of tried to train a frog to dance.
My cousin's husband has coined this time frame in a child's life as "the darkness" This is the most accurate description that I have ever heard..... and I have a semi-well behaved child.
They say that God only gives you as much as you can handle. I hope that He schedules an intervention with The Destroyer very soon.
Motherhood is the most exhausting thing that I have tried to tackle. If I could go back and give myself advice 2 years ago, I would tell myself to go ahead and line a room in my house with padding and sound proof walls.. I could use one of those right now.
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