Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The WHY'S of Motherhood

At night when I should be sleeping, I find myself sitting in bed, waiting for Brynlee to fall asleep and thinking of multiple "WHY" questions.  Seriously-I swear my brain goes on overdrive once the clock reads midnight.  I'm not looking for a pity-party (ok, maybe a little bit teeheehee) but I am going to post a few of my WHY questions.

WHY do other peoples children enjoy the car seat? My children will scream, cry, become so out of control that I will:
   -Stay home and not go anywhere
   -Pull the car over, squeeze my fat butt between both car seats, and than plop a boob in her mouth
   -Continue to drive until she screams so loud she poops EVERYWHERE (that is one way for her to get out of the seat isn't it?)  This occurs at least once a week.
    -Continue to drive with the radio turned up to muffle her cries as well as mine.

WHY do my children go all day ignoring me until I am on the phone or decide to actually take a shower or use the bathroom?

WHY am I the only one that can walk into the room and smell a dirty diaper?  I'm talking about diapers that could kill flowers 60 miles away.  (Wait-I know the answer; if you admit to smelling it than you would have to change it)

WHY do people still door my vehicle even when I park far away AND there is ample space closer? But no-let's park by the McIntire car and swing our doors open as fast and hard as we can.

WHY---while going to a movie I've wanted to see for months the most annoying people decide to sit by us?  If I take little children to a movie, I make sure to sit by an aisle so I can leave quietly, without disturbing others if needed.  These people took small children to World War Z---came to our row (mind you, there was a TON of seats everywhere) and demanded to walk thru.  The problem with this-Brynlee was in her car seat, asleep on the floor at my feet.  I actually had to yell at the women and hit her legs so she wouldn't step on her.  This wasn't all of it---throughout the movie---this women kept going out with her kids-thus making it so we had to keep lifting the seat out of the way.  Needless to say this woke Brynlee up and royally pissed me off.  WHY sit in the middle?  WHY come out our side when you know we have a small one and have to move everything?  WHY don't you go out the other side of the row? 

WHY do I feel guilty if I buy myself a package of gummy peaches and hide them in my room so I don't have to share with anyone?

WHY---if and when I actually try to lay down and take a much needed nap-that is the time Cortlynn's friends will call (and if no one answers they keep calling, and calling, and calling) or the neighbor kids bang on the door?  Bang, BAng, BANg, BANG!!!

WHY is it that I swear every time I go thru a drive thru because I have little kids in the car sleeping or I just don't want to take all the kids inside-I still have to park and go inside because they have messed up the order or forgot something?

WHY is it that my 6yr old won't eat anything at our house other than fruit, hot dogs, corn, and yogurt but will try other food while he's at the neighbors?

WHY do the kids not keep their rooms clean and actually had the nerve to tell me I should tell them that they shouldn't "Trash their rooms" because that's what the neighbors mom and dad say?

WHY is Paula Deen being put thru such a ringer? (I don't like the word she used and can completely understand how people are angry)  BUT--poor lady.  Quentin Tarintino's movie that was nominated for an Oscar said the word over 125 times.  He also said the word a lot while promoting the movie.  I watched an episode of Little House on the Prairie the other day and one of the characters said it 4 times in less than 5 minutes.  I don't like it and I would never say it or allow my children to say it--but some of the other things so-called celebrities say and do are 100 times worse.

WHY do people that I only know because they work at the store with Devin think it is appropriate to ask me if I'm nursing and then tell me that I will soon have my body back to normal?

WHY do I still feel like I'm doing something wrong while nursing in public?  I'm always covered up and nothing is ever shown-but I still feel the stares of the people around me.  One of these days I'm going to lose my cool and ask them why are you staring at me; this is what God intended these to be used for.  When there is a man  with his nasty man boobs hanging out, who is picking his nose, clipping his nails, and licking his fingers while eating BBQ ribs: not one person stares at him in disgust.

WHY is the 6week follow up appointment with the doctor after having a baby so important to a man?  Believe me-what is on my mind is NOT what is on your mind. 

WHY does JAck in the Box think it's okay to make their commercials the way they do?  I shouldn't have to explain to my kids the hidden meaning of the adds when they ask.  I don't think it's appropriate for the commercials to promote phone sex or sexting.  Even the radio commercials are crappy.  (I'm not a "prude", I just don't find them funny)

WHY didn't I cherish my long showers that I would take before I had children?  Now I'm lucky to get a 5 minute shower and there are times I can honestly say I don't remember the last time I had one.  (don't worry, I'm not walking around with a cloud of yuck around me. I just wish I could take a shower every day or even every other day)

I better end my WHY ranting because I really think I could probably go on forever.  Maybe I won't be troubled by these at night since I got them off my chest.

SIDE NOTE:  Here is a photo of my haircut.  Don't look at the dark circles under my eyes-just take a look at how short I cut it.