Someone asked me the other day if I’m excited about the new baby. I said yeah sure. And then I (being myself) felt the self-destructive need to joke and added — excited about the baby, but NOT about the sleepless nights and explosive diapers…Haha!
The Someone in question who till now had bestowed on me the benefit of a warm smile that pregnant women are at the receiving end of…her smile faltered a little. In an attempt to repair what I said, I carried on recklessly.
“I mean babies are so cute and all. I just love them until they start crying..Aaaarrghhh…Just drives you nuts then.”
Long story cut short, THAT Someone will not be having any motherly chats with me anymore.
This little exchange between the Judgemental Someone and the Expressive Me has gotten me thinking.
Are we supposed to be happy every single minute of parenthood?
And the answer is….
So all you young parents out there, hear me out. It’s okay to be frustrated when you have just changed the sheets and the baby spits up milk. It’s okay to admit your hands are aching from carrying a sick toddler. And pssst…it’s even okay to want to whoop your six-year old as he throws up a tantrum mid-aisle at Toys ‘R’ Us.
Because divine energy or not, children can be very energy-consuming little human beings. Yawn.
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