Motherhood is Not for the Weak

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Sometimes I think I underestimated how difficult it would be to have a child.

No, not the labor–although that was sort of difficult, in my case. And perhaps quite a bit painful.

But the actual HAVING the child, day to day.

Not that I would trade it for anything in the world. I love this little blue-eyed wild child, my prissy princess who is into everything.


Most of the difficulty right now comes from the only parent during the week thing. (Single parents, I revere you. I don’t know how you do it.) Last night I needed to go to the library, our church’s consignment sale, and to a friend’s house to pick up Libbie’s pack and play (had left it there one night a few weeks ago). Libbie was already having a not-so-great day; she was gassy and fussy and hadn’t napped well.

Library: easy and check. Consignment sale: there were no strollers allowed during the hour I needed to go. So I wore her in the Ergo carrier as I battled a hundred other women for prime 12-18 months clothes. I had never tried to do the consignment sale thing before on preview night OR with the babe. She was fussy. She threw her paci on the floor 300 times. I was exasperated. I didn’t get to look through the clothes as much as I normally would have because I just wanted to get out of there.

I did, however, get a really cute pair of StrideRite soft-soled shoes with bunnies on them for $3.

Buckled her back into the carseat. Gave her a pancake I had thrown in her diaper bag for her to eat on the way to the friend’s house. She got crumbs everywhere, of course. Then she fell asleep. Lopsided.

Got to the house. She is afraid of their Husky. Wrestled the pack and play to the ground. Have a very tired baby who I try to give some formula. Mostly she drips it on the friend’s floor. (I think she is over formula. Nor will she nurse at all. Interesting.)

Needless to say, I was exhausted by the time I got home. And then I have to pack because we’re going to Chattanooga this weekend. Where we do not have: a crib, anywhere to sit, cable, Internet, toys, a table, food, a high chair, or pretty much anything else except a china cabinet, Christmas decorations, and books.

This is not exactly what I imagined when I was pregnant. I spent a lot of time thinking about cuddling a tiny baby and not a lot of time picturing a rambunctious almost-toddler trying to be entertained in a house without any of her things.

Have you been equally surprised by motherhood? Have I just scared the heck out of you?

10 thoughts on “Motherhood is Not for the Weak

  1. Oh, my friend. I think you have just described most of my days. How IN THE WORLD did we sign up for this? Really???
    It IS fun, though, and I hear a lot that they do actually grow up. I'm not sure of that, though.
    I hope you get to relax and enjoy some help from your hubs this weekend!
    Hugs,

  2. Oh goodness, yes. I maintain that the easiest time of motherhood is when you're pregnant, and the second-easiest time is in labor. After that, welcome to the jungle!

    How do you like that Ergo? I think I'd like it but it's too expensive for me to get it and test it out if I'm not totally sure. I'm still loving my Baby K'Tan and I think it'll be good for us for awhile yet.

  3. Not what you want to hear but motherhood is much easier when you are a stay at home mom. Then you do things around the child's schedule. You do have to be pretty child focused though. It can't be about you doing what you want when you want. It is all worth it when your daughter turns out to be a lovely well adjusted loving woman!

    ps option is still open to send her to live with nana and poppy until your house sells. LOL I can say that because I know you never would

  4. I know, I know! At least my hubby is home, just working all.the.time. So I do a lot more of the single parenting thing than I would like myself. And this age is so stinkin' cute and yet so hard sometimes.

    BTW – how do you do your ergo? I haven't put DD in ours since she got too big for the front carry.

  5. You pretty much just wrote a post that is swimming in my head. Goodness, they are a handful when they get mobile. I applaud you for the way you are handling the single mom gig, it is tough. I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it. Thanks for sharing, it is always nice to know I'm not alone.

  6. Now fast-forward 15-20 years and you're up from 1:30 to 5:00 AM waiting for that lovely baby to come home. You pray for their safty…you put them in God's hands..and figure that the police would have called by now if there was a wreck. You are waiting until 6 am to start calling parents…you know in your heart they are okay or probably asleep somewhere while you are worrying. Then they come home and all you can do is cry. And your tears is all the punishment they need because they realize they have hurt you and the words "sorry mom" really do make it okay and you can finally sleep.

  7. So true. So true. Which is why I rarely go out with them anymore. Megan's walking now so of course she wants to WALK everywhere & it's just too much!!!

  8. Please, please, please call me when you need someone to watch her so you can pack or browse baby clothes! If at all possible, i'll be there. *HUGS*

  9. Now that my girls are older, 4 and 7, I spend a LOT of time just kind of handling their affairs. Birthday parties to attend, school projects, homework, soccer practice. Actually that is mainly JUST for the 7-year-old! I didn't realize I would become a personal assistant. Ha! 😉

    I don't know how single parents do it, either!

  10. So there are other moms out there like me?! Motherhood is NOT AT ALL LIKE I EXPECTED! Not that it isn't wonderful…at times. You really hit the nail on the head with this post and it's so encouraging to me to read that others feel the same as I do. THANK YOU!

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