The Dark Side

My friend April posted a link from her friend Matt that I found quite intriguing. It’s all about the “mommy blogger”. He’s a good writer if nothing and I might just have to subscribe and read his on a more regular basis. While this blog is mostly dedicated to photo shoots, I do put some personal here and there so maybe I qualify? I don’t know. You can be the judge of that.

So, in the spirit of being negative, here are my top 10… err.. 5 things (ran out of time. Yes. I’m supposed to be working) that drive me up the wall about being a mom:

1. Whining. Seriously. Could you please just talk in a normal voice?

2. Being sick. Anybody. Me, the kids, the husband (although he’s pretty darn good at taking care of himself when his is. Hallelujah). Having someone sick just drains the life right out of me. Take now for instance. Rachel started returning the contents of her stomach last Saturday night. She’s over that (thankfully) but is now coughing like she’s going to lose a lung. She wakes herself up from naps screaming and is generally cranky. Exit playdates. Exit going to gym. Enter: boredom.

3. My only ME time is naptime. Or after they are in bed. Has to be divided between editing pictures, reading my scriptures (ummm… does that ever even get done?), reading my newest favorite book from the library, srapbooking, blogging, napping, and anything else I generally feel like I need to do. Oh- and I want to spend time with my amazingly hot husband sans kids. That’s in there too. Any time I attempt to touch the computer while the kids are awake, they’re suddenly opening the disk drive, climbing onto my lap, punching the keyboard, and playing with the volume on the speakers. Not so productive.

4. Feeling mean. Sometimes I really do. Maybe my kids cry more than most (doubtful) but I hate “making” them cry. “No. You can’t draw with colored pencils on the wall.” “No. I really don’t want to play Candyland for the upteenth time this week.”

5. The extra time it takes to go ANYWHERE. I admit. Sometimes I enjoy that it kills time. Like in the evenings before bed, but usually I think how much more I’d get done if we didn’t have 9 trips to the bathroom between Rachel needing to go potty and Andrew having a poopy diaper. Last Saturday, I put the kids down for a nap and raced to the bank (yes. Cute husband was home) before they closed. Hmmmm… Payless is right there. I want to look at shoes. I have no kids with me. YES!! Cute Husband calls 40 min later. “Are you okay? Did you fall in a hole or something?” Yes. Yes I did. And I liked it.

Is being a mom worth it? Heck yes. I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but it’s not perfect. I won’t pretend like it is, but isn’t that how most jobs are anyway? Highs and lows. Sam has boring workdays, gets frustrated, has to deal with stupid people. Well, so do I. Comes with any job description, including that of “mommy”. At least I get to hang out with two amazingly cute kids who so easily melt my heart.