I once said to Ethan when he kept needing stuff "I am not your mother! My job is not to take care of all your stuff". Then I realized I am in fact his mother, and that is, in fact, my job.
When this place is a mess and Violet is running around like a crazy person I just want to yell "WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE!?"
But it's me. The answer is me. Fuck.
On a similar note, some kid was being loud at the library. I was giving dirty looks all around and thought "someone needs to control their kid." Then I turned around and realized it was my kid. And I needed to control them.
Yes! I'm reminded of this every other Thursday when the cleaning ladies come. My house looks like a disaster, the dishes are stacked up and the laundry is clean but never put all the way away. I run around here for an hour picking up while they clean the other rooms and thinking to myself "I really wish a mom lived here because she'd do all this." Then I realize, I'm the mom, I should do all this regularly. Ugh.
Yes and I also frequently look at her and think "omg. She's MINE. I made her. That's my child!!" Like duh! But sometimes it just really hits me weird that I have a CHILD! Haha
It's getting strange now that H is "a real kid", like almost a big kid. Soon I will have a regular adult person.
This is where I am. Turning 7 and starting 2nd grade seems so much more grown up than 6 and in 1st grade. She's so much closer to double digits! When I think about that, I wonder sometimes, "When did I grow up? Wasn't college just a few years ago?"
And then I realize, I met my best friend the first day of freshman year, so I've known her for 16 years. I realize I became an adult 16 years ago. And then I feel very betrayed by time.
Everyday. It trips me out that I have a kid. Like, he's mine, and I have to make all the decisions regarding him. And he depends on me for everything. It's a mind fuck. In the best possible way.
It's getting strange now that H is "a real kid", like almost a big kid. Soon I will have a regular adult person.
This is where I am. Turning 7 and starting 2nd grade seems so much more grown up than 6 and in 1st grade. She's so much closer to double digits! When I think about that, I wonder sometimes, "When did I grow up? Wasn't college just a few years ago?"
And then I realize, I met my best friend the first day of freshman year, so I've known her for 16 years. I realize I became an adult 16 years ago. And then I feel very betrayed by time.
When school starts about a month we can cry on each other's shoulder about having 2nd graders.
Post by orriskitten on Jul 10, 2014 18:06:07 GMT -5
I feel like someone is going to bust me for pretending to be an adult. Except I really am one and just feel like I'm pretending.
I've always been the baby and had to justify my actions when people find out my age. "You got married at 20?!" Yea, but I graduated college the same week! I was a grown up I promise!
No one questions kids. I still feel like they will though lol.
Sometimes I feel like the babysitter and get a jolt when I realize I'm the mom. It's weird. None of my college friends have kids yet so when I was there for my reunion this year I could almost forget that I do.
Yes! My sister in law told my son last week that he needed to ask his mom for permission. And it took me way too long to realize they were looking at me waiting for an answer. Oh yeah- I'm the mom.
I still have those moments, and I've been at this a while.
Sometimes I forget that I have to change Sadie's diaper. I don't deal with diapers when DH is home, so sometimes I'll smell poop and have to stop myself from yelling for him.
It's gonna be bad when Charlie's born and I have to change poop diapers again (he won't change cloth diaper poops).
This is where I am. Turning 7 and starting 2nd grade seems so much more grown up than 6 and in 1st grade. She's so much closer to double digits! When I think about that, I wonder sometimes, "When did I grow up? Wasn't college just a few years ago?"
And then I realize, I met my best friend the first day of freshman year, so I've known her for 16 years. I realize I became an adult 16 years ago. And then I feel very betrayed by time.
When school starts about a month we can cry on each other's shoulder about having 2nd graders.
Is there room on this bench for me? I'll bring tissues and chocolate.