The Weary Woman..

The other day, I was overcome with emotion when I read what our friend Tammy said on her blog.

(I’ll wait for you to come back…)

This is such a sensitive topic. And one that is so often overlooked. We, regardless of situation, are still human. We have bad days. We have moments when we’re SCREAMING up the stairs to tell the kids to quiet down. We suffer through How to Train Your Dragon forty bazillion times a day. We worry about how to cook dinner for 12 with 2 eggs, some week old tortillas, and a can of tomato paste.

The difference is–we don’t always have anyone to talk to!

In my case, my day goes one of 4 ways:

1. “Oh bless your heart…I just don’t know how you do it!” (Me either. However, if I don’t get up and do it, who is? Furthermore, he’s my child. Why would I not do it.)

2. “He’s an angel!” (No he’s not. He’s a little boy. He’s naughty (a lot!). Just because you see him wearing a mask and cruising in a wheelchair does not mean that you can assume that he is not able to comprehend anything, thankyouverymuch.)

3. Perhaps I complain (or attempt to) about something that has gone wrong… “Well, you just don’t know how it is to have to shuffle kids between school and soccer and here and there…” (Um…I guess you’re right. I’ll just not ever tell you the real truth about me again. So much for the friendship thing…)

4. “I’ll send you prayers.” (I appreciate prayers. I really do. But sometimes, I would really like you to pick up the phone and make an effort to check on me. Not me checking on you. I’m tired of being the care taker of the “group.”)


Now, I know this sounds like I’m being super grumpy. And maybe I am. But you know what? It’s so not fair. It’s not fair that I can’t ever complain, that you can’t complain, that Tammy can’t complain…because someone always has something to say to the contrary! When my daughter was little, I had none of this. I just did and lived and girlfriends commiserated on child rearing stories. Now, I’ve got the Black Plague and many of my so called friends have turned their backs on us all together.

Let’s be there for one another! If you need to vent, I’m here to listen. You can find me on Twitter (@MommaHopeful) and I’m on the too. Keeping too much inside, and not being able to vent ever—it’s not good. It’s not good for any of us. And I, for one, am tired of laying in bed at night wondering why I can’t sleep!

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