I remember when I first became a mom, I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of parenting information out there. There are so many different opinions, do’s and don’t’s, rules and “guidelines” on how to be a devoted, loving and protective mom, it’s a wonder we all don’t spontaneously combust.
Taking time away from the kids however seems to break some unwritten rule for moms. As mothers, we shouldn’t want to take time away from our kids, and feeling that way makes us some sort of outlaws.
So it’s that time of year again, B-Man. Santa’s been and gone, Cupid’s shot some arrows and stolen a few hearts, and weird little green dwarves have run amuck all over town. And now it’s Easter; your time to shine. But before you bounce your cute little bunny ass into my house, I have a few conditions.
Time is a parent’s most precious commodity. But these days, it’s hard enough to find time to breathe, let alone to make time for you.
The kids’ list of demands seems never-ending. The day is full of “Mommy, I want (blank).”, “Mommy, can I have (blank)?”, and the ever-popular, “NO!”. Top that off with with play time, laundry, errands, tidying, and maybe even some work demands, and there’s just not much room left for you. By the time the day ends, all you really want to do is crash.
If you’re like me though, after a while, you reach a breaking point, where you’re sodesperate for some quality time to yourself, you end up cranky, moody and just plain miserable. But it really doesn’t have to be that way.
Hey Momma. I see you there. It’s the end of another long day of parenting your little munchkins. “Mommy, can I have a snack?” “Mommy, can you read me one more story?” “Mommy, can I have a glass of water?”
Your little one’s have asked you for everything under the sun, in relentless high-pitched, squeeky, outdoor voices, and you’re just done.
I know you probably just want to go to bed, and I know you probably just can’t even anymore, and I know taking care of yourself probably isn’t even on your priority list.
Bringing a child into the world is one of the hardest transitions a woman can go through. Being thrown head-first into the late night feeds, the crying, the soothing, the epic diapers, and the sleep deprivation, you’re already hanging by a thread. Add postpartum depression to that mix, and coping with motherhood seems utterly hopeless.
I know. I’ve been where you are and you’re not alone. You can cope.