Complaining

Having three kids is a hard job. It takes a lot of energy and patience (which I’ll admit I don’t always have). I would not, however, trade my job for anything in the world. My oldest daughter is finally saying “I Love You” for no reason, my son gives out kisses with reckless abandon, and my smallest daughter doles out smiles like candy. There is no better feeling than loving someone so much.

This being the case, I really feel like I want one more. I know I’m a glutton for punishment but I’m ok with that. My husband wonders why he comes home though and I complain about not having had one minute of time to myself. Mmmm…I wonder why. Complaining is my way of venting. Complaining doesn’t mean I’m unhappy it just means even I need to talk to adults and sometimes I even need a break from my loving children.

People see me out with my children and I get lots of “you ahve my sympathy,” or “Boy do I pity you, “or even I wouldn’t want to be you.” Please stop saying this! I do not want nor do I need your sympathy or pity. I’d bet that those you who say this do not get near the love I do every single day from my children!

To those you who are reading this, if you are the stay at home mom – congrats to you keep up the good work and remember to take breaks for yourself (I’m still learning this lesson) and if you are the loved one of someone who stays home – be extra kind to that person and tell them how much you appreciate them and what they do. But for goodness sake don’t say you pity them or they have your sympathy!