I have been on the move for more than 12 hours. I was up at 8:00 am and exercised, made breakfast for the kids, cleaned the kitchen, showered, went to my classroom to continue getting it ready, brought the kids back home for lunch, delivered my daughter to a friend's house, took my son back-to-school shopping and shopping for soccer cleats, picked up my daughter and her friend to bring them back to our house for a sleepover, made dinner, cleaned the house, did some laundry, served everybody dinner, cleaned up, folded laundry and found the keys that my husband lost almost a week ago. Guess what..not one please or thank you!
Days like this make we want to stand up on the dinner table and shout, "What about me?"
Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom. But honestly, I don't think I am the only mom/wife to feel completely unappreciated and taken for granted. What's up with that anyway? When I was growing up I recall always (almost always) saying thank you to my parents. I rarely spoke back to them mostly because all it took were a few spankings to make me terrified of making my dad angry. I vowed to never spank my children but I wish there was something else I could do to make them more respectful. My husband is so low key and does not believe in any kind of punishment and the kids eat that up like free cotton candy.
Venting, that is what I am doing and it feels pretty good!
Although this is only my second post I am hoping somebody reads this at some point. I wonder if they will relate or have a comment, or even a piece of advice.
My few minutes of peace are over. The kids are screaming and laughing (in that order) just outside the bedroom door. Time for teeth brushing and bed.
Keep on truckin' ......
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