Every year, 26,000 babies are stillborn in America. In 2003, one of them was my son.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Days Like This

Ok, folks, bear with me. I'm going to whine. (I've been hearing so much whining from my daughter that it has rubbed off.)

I'm exhausted. Not sleeping well - too hot, too stressed out, too much on my 'to-do' list worrying me. Summer has officially become too long this week; my kids are between camps and lessons and the constant requests for something to do, to phone a friend, the 'I'm-boreds,' the 'why-won't you-let-me's,' the, 'this-is-the-worst-day-of-my-life' screaming fits . . . well, I've had enough. I feel totally unappreciated and unacknowledged. Parenting is the best thing I have ever done and the hardest thing I've ever done. No one tells you that, while you're raising your kids, they won't appreciate you, they won't say 'thank you' unless reminded 18 times, they will demand as much of you as they can get and they won't respect the fact that you are exhausted, have a need for time to yourself, or are trying to make dinner/pay bills/clean/have a conversation on the phone . . . .

What's in order for me right now is a good massage, a pedicure, and a big, big margarita. (And none of those things are going to happen, especially not the margarita as it is currently 10:30 in the morning.) I am feeling sorry for myself, but I'll get over it. Thanks for indulging me.


Monica H said...

If I were closer (although I don't really know where you live) I'd come over with margaritas and all the goodies to do home pedicures. I could use this too.

c. said...

Happy to indulge a little whine. I definitely understand your frustration with parenting. It's hard and thankless and takes every bit of energy I've got some days. Hope you partook in a margarita or two today. Maybe not at 10 a.m. but at some point.