Sometimes...

Sometimes I'm coasting along remembering what it was like before and then I think how much easier things are now.

I rarely cry during the day, I also rarely watch Oprah. Mere coincidence? I don't feel overwhelmed most of the time. I sleep a lot. I see my kids getting more independent and I think it makes me a better mother. Having a five year old and a 3 year old fits me better.

But then I'm out at a store with Max and he has a tantrum, a horrible tantrum and he cries so hard he vomits all over my shoulder and he screams bloody murder in the car the whole way home and I feel like I'm back in my living room a week postpartum watching Oprah and sobbing and the smell of that vomit all over my shoulder is making me gag while I cry and I start to think that maybe none of this is ever going to fit and it's never going to be easier and why did I do this.....

And a million other things.

But mostly I'm thinking I didn't know this job would involve so many bodily fluids covering me and if I had realized this I might have joined the UAW before signing on the dotted line. Because I think there should be some kind of bonus for remaining stoic and calm while your child totally freaks out and spews vomit on your shoulder.

Comments

[Marie]

I sure wish there were such things as 'blogs when my children were young so I could somehow relieve my angst over their similar puke and poop stories. But rest assured, now that they are teenagers, my revenge is sweet because they can read all that I write about them. Nice blog.

[emily]

Oh god!I feel your pain...this reminds me of the time I took Hannah to get her picture made.She was a mere 2 weeks old,and suffered from projectile vomiting until she was a year old.So imagine me standing in line paying for the pictures,holding her on my shoulder,feeling this warm,milk smelling river run down my back!It was by far one of the most disgusting things I have ever encountered!