I am the first to admit that I am a little competitive. I have a niece who is 6 weeks older than Isabelle and although I love her to bits I do have a tendency to compare them. When Isabelle ultimately falls short of whatever I am measuring them on this time, it is not her I blame but myself. My lackluster mothering skills. Am I not doing enough crafty play? Talking to her enough? Reading to her enough? Allowing her to be independent enough? I don’t know. But nevertheless, I do it too often.
Today after having an epically shitty night with the little one and a progressively worse morning, I posted a jokey Facebook status.
‘Anyone want a free (almost) 2 year old? You just need:
Ability to function on <4 hours sleep a day
No desire for personal space
Experience in criminal negotiations…
Must be able to sprint short distances
Must have a passion for repeating oneself multiple times a day
Specialist skills required:
Cooking, cleaning, psychology, teaching, nursing
Experience wrestling an angry chimp preferred but not essential due to the nature of the role
Holiday entitlement – 0
Sick day policy – irrelevant
Lunch break – if you’re lucky
Working hours – all of them’
It was obviously intended as a joke, a slight moan to help alleviate the stress of my morning. Do you ever feel though that if you only have one child you aren’t allowed to have a whinge?
I regularly express my respect to parents of more than one, I literally don’t know how they do it. I’m scraping by on a daily basis trying to keep sane whilst raising my daughter so I have every respect for someone who is outnumbered by kids!
I know there are always people out there who have it worse than me. I know I am lucky that I have a healthy child. I know all of these things and yet I still whinge. Because parenting is HARD. No matter how many children you have.
It goes without saying that I love my daughter to the ends of the earth, but I am a natural whinge bag. I moan about stuff. I just do. All the time.
One of my biggest concerns right now is having another child. My ovaries are literally screaming at me everytime I see a newborn, but I worry about how I will cope. My daughter made me cry three times before 10am today, am I cut out for this parenting stuff? Would it be ridiculous of me to have another? Would I then not be allowed to have a little moan about it because I made the conscious decision to have another? Is it selfish considering that I know I will struggle and probably take it out on my husband, who is not as firmly in the ‘lets have another’ camp as I am?