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This Is The Reason: Why Tired Mothers Stay Up So Late
I got up around 5:30 this morning. I do that five days a week, so I can get my son to daycare and my daughter to school before I report to work at 7:30. Don’t worry, I start drinking coffee before I even leave the house.
This Is The Reason: Why Tired Mothers Stay Up So Late
I got up around 5:30 this morning. I do that five days a week, so I can get my son to daycare and my daughter to school before I report to work at 7:30. Don’t worry, I start drinking coffee before I even leave the house.
When I arrive at work I pour another cup of coffee, then make my way through eight hours of work that’s unrelated to raising my family. I clock out the moment my shift ends, rush to pick up the kids, and start dinner as soon as we arrive home.
Dinner is often rejected, because it’s not chicken nuggets or grilled cheese, and I spend most of the time I should be eating negotiating with my children over a couple bites of green beans. Eventually the kids and I reach a stalemate, and we’re forced to argue about bathing instead of cold green beans.
My house is usually a disaster. Pots and pans clutter the sink and spill onto the counter. At any given time, there are at least two loads of laundry piled on the sofa—or the laundry bench, as the kids call it. Cap-less markers litter the space beneath the dining room table, and discarded toys congest the hallway. After several years of careful practice, I’ve learned to navigate this hazardous terrain, although the soles of my feet still find a jagged toy from time to time.
I’m not a slob, quite the opposite in fact. The chaotic state of my home is the result of a busy family, and a mother who can’t quite keep up with the madness. I’ve learned the hard way that continuously cleaning is a fruitless battle which only serves to make me cranky. Messes multiply like rabbits when you have children in the house.
Though I’m constantly moving, I accomplish very little between bath time and bedtime. I help a sobbing child search for a missing library book, clean up dinner plates, and chase a naked toddler into the tub.
Twenty questions and even more drinks of water later, the kids are finally asleep. At this point, I’m dead on my feet. A living zombie, I move from room to room, collecting discarded undergarments and adding them to the already overflowing hamper.
I know I should go to bed. My body craves rest, but I find myself awake much later than everyone else in my house. Why? Because I’m a mother, and this is my only time of solitude. It’s a trade-off, really, you either choose to sleep, or you choose alone time. I choose alone time, hands down, nearly every night.
During these late hours our home is perfectly still. I can hear the dog breathing at my feet, the creaks and groans of the house, and the hum of the refrigerator. This is my time, and I cherish every moment of it. There are no children pulling at the hem of my shirt, asking for yet another snack. No noise, no chaos, just me and my thoughts.
I’d love to tell you that mothers spend this time doing all the things they enjoy, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. Sure, we scroll Facebook, or indulge in our favorite Netflix series now and then, but more often, we spend this time catching up.
They say there aren’t enough hours in a day, but mothers are capable of squeezing every last drop out of a day. It’s currently 10:30 p.m., I should be sleeping, but I’m working. When I’m finished here, I’ll lay-out clothes for tomorrow, careful to avoid the “bumpy socks” that will cause my three-year-old a stage five meltdown. I’ll write out a grocery list, so I can stop at the store on the way home, and then pick-up the markers from beneath the dining room table. I’ll fill a basket with the toys in the hallway, and load the dishwasher as quietly as I can. Then, I’ll slip into my pajamas and read a few chapters of my favorite book. When sleep threatens to carry me away, I’ll hold my eyes open as long as possible, because I know the moment they open tomorrow my alone time is over, and the hustle begins, again.
Of course I’ll be tired. Mothers are always tired. But, I firmly believe this is why God created coffee. Why else would someone grind up brown beans, run water through the dust, and drink it? Clearly coffee is part of His plan. It was created for mothers like me.
I’m not complaining, I know this is part of the parenthood package. There will come a day when the kids are grown, and the evenings are calm. I won’t be the green bean bite enforcer, and my floors will remain relatively clean. I’m not going to muddy this with a tired cliché, imploring you to enjoy every moment, because I know it’s possible to be extraordinarily grateful while admitting you’re exhausted.
I’m tired, but I’m grateful, and one day there’ll be plenty of time to sleep.
Via: Herviewfromhome.com/
A mom is facing serious backlash after she wrote into an advice column and asked if she should consider giving up her only son for her boyfriend. Keep reading to learn more!
Mom’s Fiancé Asks Her To Give Up The One Thing She Loves Once They Get Married. The Most Shocking Part? She Is Already Considering It
A mom is being slammed by parents around the world after she confessed that she fully plans on giving up her son once she gets married.
As The Sun reports, the mother, who goes by “Feeling Stuck,” wrote into the Dear Wendy column to ask for some advice regarding her predicament.
“I’m a 30-year-old divorcee with a son. I have joint custody with my ex-husband. My boyfriend, who is also divorced, has a daughter who is under the sole custody of his ex-wife. I only get to spend time with my son on alternate weekends and my boyfriend doesn’t see his daughter at all,” the woman begins.
The woman has reportedly been waiting for her boyfriend to propose for quite some time, so when he finally did, she was over the moon.
There’s just one catch: She must give up her son.
“My boyfriend already proposed to me, but, one month after proposing, he wants me to give up seeing my son,” the mom revealed.
As it turns out, Feeling Stuck’s greatest concern in giving up her only child involves her ailing parents, who absolutely adore their grandson.
“I did tell him that my parents want to spend time with my son too and they can only do that on the alternate weekends I see him. He told me that he wants to go overseas to work and meanwhile I can use this period to think about whether I want to give up my son for him,” she writes.
Shockingly enough, the mom is considering her fiancé’s offer and is even thinking about going through with a trial run.
“I have thought of giving up my son after we married, but how am I supposed to answer to my parents? My mother has depression and my father has cancer. I don’t want them to be sad knowing that they will lose a grandson,” the woman continues.
According to the mom, it has been apparent from the beginning that she would one day have to choose between her son and her boyfriend.
“My boyfriend told me when we started dating that he could not accept my son, and I know not all men can. I’m actually prepared to give up my son after marriage, but my boyfriend wants me to do it right now. I want to be with my boyfriend and yet I can’t bear to let my parents feel sad because of their illnesses. I also have a mother’s guilt in me because my son loves me so much. What should I do?” she concluded.
Unsurprisingly, Dear Wendy, as well as hundreds of other commenters on social media, were horrified that a mother would consider going through with such a horrifying plan.
“Shame on you. Are you so lonely and so desperate for a husband that you would cast away your own child? Apparently so. Please, please get yourself to therapy and figure out what the fuck is wrong with you that you would behave in such an appalling, disgraceful way. I’m not even touching on your parents. That you would use them and their illnesses as the main reason to maybe keep seeing your son occasionally speaks volumes. Get help,” Dear Wendy responded, in part.
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