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Motherhood: A Hilariously Frustrating Journey
I completely lost my cool this morning. Like, really lost it.
After getting the kids all dressed, breakfast devoured, teeth brushed, and backpacks ready, I decided to turn on the TV. I have a strict rule that they can only watch select channels. There’s so much junk on TV—shows that glorify rude behavior and teenage drama, and honestly, I struggle enough to keep my kids in check without those influences messing things up. So, the rule is simple: Mom picks the channel, and changing it without permission is a no-go. But, of course, Annabelle never follows this rule. The moment I leave the room, she’s off channel-surfing, hunting for some obnoxious teen show.
Sure enough, this morning, within seconds of me flipping the TV to Nick Jr. (specifically for Finn, mind you), Annabelle was at it again, changing the channel. “Leave the TV alone, Annabelle,” I said, but she didn’t listen. A few moments later, as I walked toward the kitchen, there she was, remote in hand, channel-hopping once more. And that’s when I snapped.
Screaming ensued. “I’VE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES TO LEAVE THE TV ALONE!!” I yelled, “GO TO YOUR ROOM! NOW!” She just stood there, frozen, while I chased her to her room. She managed to lock the door just before I reached her. “I’m going to lose it!” I muttered. “MOM! Are you really going to kill Annabelle? Did you really just say that?!” Daisy shrieked. “OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” I yelled. Annabelle unlocked it, and I warned her never to lock me out again.
Michael tried to calm me down, but I wasn’t having it. “Leave me alone!” I snapped. “I do EVERYTHING for you lot—including YOU!—and you all treat me like garbage!”
I know. All this over an eight-year-old changing the channel. But it wasn’t just about that. It was the culmination of everything: Annabelle’s channel-changing, Finn’s breakfast tantrums, Joey’s dramatic meltdown over not getting an Instagram account (seriously, he’s only ten!). It’s the constant bickering, the endless “I want” demands, and the total refusal to help out with anything. Asking them to set the table or clean their rooms? You’d think I was asking them to pull their own toenails out! Plus, with my husband often away, I feel like I’m tackling this parenting gig solo.
I’m not making excuses for my outburst. I’m embarrassed. I wish I could manage my emotions better. And let’s be clear: I know kids are just being kids—they’re not trying to personally drive me nuts.
But sometimes, motherhood feels like a colossal “screw you.” This is why people say parenting is tough—not because it’s the most intellectually demanding job (there are certainly harder gigs out there), but because it’s emotionally draining. It feels thankless so much of the time, and I often sense that my sacrifices go unnoticed. It’s not about getting accolades or thanks; it would be nice to get a little cooperation and respect for the rules—rules that aren’t unreasonable, for crying out loud!
It’s tough to admit these feelings. Everyone loves to talk about how great motherhood is, and while it can be fulfilling, it often isn’t. I don’t know why I’m sharing all this today—maybe to connect with others who feel the same.
After dropping the kids off, I discovered Annabelle had forgotten her lunch at home. Guess who had to pack Finn and the baby back into the car to deliver it? Yep, that’s right—just another day in the life of a mom.
If you’re interested in more about motherhood and self-insemination, check out this piece on home insemination. And if you’re looking for reliable resources on the topic, Make a Mom is the go-to authority. For more on pregnancy week by week, March of Dimes has excellent information.
Summary
This article humorously discusses the challenges of motherhood, from the daily chaos of managing kids to the emotional toll it takes. It highlights the frustrations of feeling unappreciated despite constant effort and the complexities of parenting in today’s environment.