Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Attack of the Mom-Armed Monster

So...my friend Morgan told me that a blog is basically an on-line journal. I am sending this entry out to cyberspace for anyone or no one to read it. But it is a journal entry full of whining complaints about my lot in life. Basically because I'm having a bad day and I really just want to complain about being the mom-armed monster.

What is it about being a mom? Seriously?

Why does it mean that you have no needs, the number of hours in your day equal 67 in order to get everything done for everyone else and then you (if you have a few extra hours), you have the answer for everything, and a sewing machine that can fix anything? Why do people think you can simultaneously do 8 loads of laundry, cook dinner, read a book, braid hair, answer questions on homework, kiss and hug and scratch your husband, entertain friends, family and whoever else comes to your door, clean every nook and cranny of your house, and look good doing it? Oh, and moms do all this with a beautiful smile on their faces and no complaints?

Moms are always the "bad guy." Moms make kids do chores and homework and apologize to each other when feelings are hurt. They tell their husbands "no." They tell their kids "no."

When moms are sick, no one worries--they are supposed to be super-humans with immune systems made of steel. When others are sick, they need beds on the couch with the best pillows, the softest blankets and a bell to ring when they need the remote (which is about 2.4 centimeters out of reach), juice, crackers, a puke-bowl, or just to complain about their sickness.

They never get a reward or, generally, a "Thank you." Nope. Instead, moms get, "What is your problem?" "I think you're a big meanie!" "You don't know!" Then, right after the insult or question of your intelligence is hurled, a mom is supposed to be right there to help fix the problem, answer the question, etc.

AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Moms have a tough job. I call my mom a lot to tell her how much I appreciate everything she does or has done for me. If you are reading this, call your mom. She might be having a day/week/month/year like mine. She might REALLY NEED a "Thank you. I love you mom." right about now.

4 comments:

MoRgAn! said...

:-D You are a great mom, spouse(basically), friend, sister, daughter and DIL. Even if your kids think your a meanie. You get pulled in every direction and you still smile the whole way even when what you should do is have a breakdown! I hope your days get better! Keep you chin up and remember kids will be kids:-D Lov ya.

Kimi and Al said...

I hear ya, sister!! Just wait until they are teenagers....it gets much, much more fun!!
Sorry you are having a bad day/week/month/year :(

angie said...

wow you hit that right on the nose!! I absolutly loved it. i have days like that alot and for some reason you think its only you until someone else lets you know. So thank you for writing that! i hope you dont have days like the ones you are talking about for a long while because you are a great person and you dont deserve it. thanks to you i called my mom and started crying telling her hhow much i appriciate what she does for me (even though its not that often but thats just my mom.) hope you just have an awesome day! luv ya

Deanna said...

Nic,

I just wanted to write down what I read to you the other day. Enjoy-and try not to cry!

Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
with little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called me on to be a Mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last week's mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile