I don't enjoy being a mom

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There I said it…I don’t enjoy motherhood. I love my kids and would do anything for them, but I hate being a mom.

I enjoyed it the first 2 years when I just had my daughter, but ever since my son was born, I have just not enjoyed motherhood. It’s more than double the work. Why didn’t anyone warn me that the second child means more than double the work??? :mad:
  • I’m tired of being woken up at night b/c my son has a cold, etc.
  • I’m tired of my kids fighting.
  • I’m tired of my kids testing me to see what their boundaries are…it’s exhausting
  • I hate doing homework with my daughter…hate hate hate it…my husband has no patience, so I end up doing it and I also lack patience.
  • I hate being broke
  • I feel like my life is on “hold” while we wait for my son to mature and stop melting down
  • we don’t fly anywhere for vacation b/c we don’t want to waste our money only to have a ****** time bc our son is melting down everyday
  • I don’t have money to pamper myself anymore…all goes to daycare.
  • I wish I could afford a good haircut and highlights
  • I hate having to deal with my son’s behaviour at school…he play fights to roughly with his friends and I’m constantly reminding him to be gentle every morning when I drop him off. At least I have a good relationship with his teacher 👍
  • I miss making love to my husband without kids knocking on the door.
  • I miss spending time alone with my husband and the rare times we go on a date, all I can think about is my kids … ughhh!
  • I hate using my weekends up with kids’ activities…soccer, swimming and now my daughter’s Catachism classes
  • I hate having to say things like, “stop picking your noes”, “is that poo on your fingers?”, “I don’t want you to show me your penis.”
  • I hate the feelings of guilt after discipling my kids or losing my cool and yelling at them
  • I hate having to catch up on laundry and cleaning the house every weekend.
  • I don’t feel attractive anymore
  • I miss my old body…especially my stomach and my long silky pre-pregnancy hair
There I did it…Now you can all smoke me 😃

Anyone here tried to counter with the “things I love about motherhood” I will be forced to come through the computer lines and slap you silly :slapfight:
 
I am a SAHM. My oldest is 21. Then I have 15 and 13 year olds. I have said things like “Did the baby just poop his sox!?!?” and “Hate me all you want. I’m not Giggly Friends mom and I am not letting you go/do/have/wear that.” I have been ignored by young humans all day only to have them all over me the second I pick up the phone and talk to another adult. I have repaired windows due to wrestling accidents and I have gone years without make up or nail polish because the girls kept ruining it.

I haven’t had a vacation ever. I have not cut my hair or styled it in 14 years other than a new clip here and there. I can count on one hand the number of clothes I have bought for myself that didn’t come from a clearance sale or a resale shop.

I have no idea what I am going to do with myself now that the kids don’t need me as much and will need me very little soon. I have spent so much time being momma and wife I almost don’t know who I am as an individual person.

I feel for you. I really do. Give it some time. It does get better. Well, better for the couple years you get between being meltdown happy littles and being meltdown happy teens!😛

Just nourish your sense of humor and laugh as much as you can at whatever you can. And enjoy this stage of life. Appreciate the little things. This stage isn’t forever and you really will miss it later. And you’ll think you’re insane for missing it because you remember how hard it was.
 
It’s tough. Being a parent is a sacrifice. I can imagine it’s a pain. I know sometimes my mom jokes and says, “Ugh I wish I never had kids.” But, you have them now, so enjoy. You never know, maybe your son or daughter will grow up to be extremely successful or famous or significant, and your family will go down in the history books for something amazing.

Also, remember that some moms have it a lot harder than you do. Some have more kids. Some work full time and have to take care of their kids. Some are on disability or welfare. Some are in extremely poor conditions, having to beg or do worse (and unmentionable) things to feed their kids. Many don’t have a husband. So I guess that’s something to be thankful for in your situation.

Be strong mom, because I can guarantee you that when your kids grow up, they will credit you for their faith, success in life, and for their knowledge of love.
 
It goes fast. Before you know it, you’ll be 57 like me and your children (if you’ve raised them well) will be living far away from you and you’ll see them only a few times a year. (And that’s just fine with me, BTW! I’m too busy to spend every day with my grown children.) And even after the children leave, the body doesn’t get young again. Darn! Instead, all those “old age” complaints start piling up. Darn darn!

I don’t see anything wrong with a daily meltdown or rant about your situation and the various pains of momhood. I think it’s healthy to let your feelings out and be honest with the way things are.

But I advise you not to make a habit of “fueling” your negative feelings about being a mom. You don’t want any regrets when you’re 57. I entirely agree with you about many of the disadvantages of being a mom (especially not being able to make love without children knocking on the door!). But don’t major on these. Don’t feed your mind full of negative thoughts and attitudes.

Feed your mind with all the good things. I assume that your children are healthy and “normal.” Believe me, all of your woes are increased a hundred-fold when one or more of your children gets cancer or some other disease, or is born with a disability, or struggles with various syndromes on the autism spectrum.

And likewise rejoice if you and your husband are healthy. It seems that every time I turn around, a young parent with little ones is diagnosed with some dreaded disease and ends up dying before they turn 35 (in spite of dozens of fundraising dinners and 5K races and bowling for bucks and Pass the Hats). So sad. We need to appreciate every day of our good health, even if we do have saggy stomachs and breasts from bearing and feeding children.
 
Serap,

I hear you! Being a mother is not easy. Sometimes it feels so darned hard.

You have probably heard the saying that hearing the confession of nuns is like being stoned to death by popcorn? Well, I think motherhood is like being stabbed to death by a thousand little papercuts…every single day…by the most adorably wicked little executioners ever.

I could come up with a list like yours of all the things that are difficult in my experience of motherhood. It is so easy to identify what we are sacrificing. I think the fact that it IS that hard, that we give up so much for our children, is precisely why marriage is a vocation. We make those sacrifices because we love, and each time we do so, our heart grows a little bit more. Duty becomes transformed into loving service. There is so much merit in this sacrifices. You have a great list in your post. St. Therese of Lisieux suggested using sacrifice beads to challenge ourselves each day to make those sacrifices promptly and willingly and cheerfully for love of God. Most sacrifice beads are ten beads long. Imagine how many times mothers could move those beads back and forth on their string if they kept those in their pocket everyday!

Thanks for being so honest. It helps others (including myself) to be honest, too.
 
Cat said:
It goes fast. Before you know it, you’ll be 57 like me and your children (if you’ve raised them well) will be living far away from you and you’ll see them only a few times a year. (And that’s just fine with me, BTW! I’m too busy to spend every day with my grown children.) And even after the children leave, the body doesn’t get young again. Darn! Instead, all those “old age” complaints start piling up. Darn darn!

I don’t see anything wrong with a daily meltdown or rant about your situation and the various pains of momhood. I think it’s healthy to let your feelings out and be honest with the way things are.

But I advise you not to make a habit of “fueling” your negative feelings about being a mom. You don’t want any regrets when you’re 57. I entirely agree with you about many of the disadvantages of being a mom (especially not being able to make love without children knocking on the door!). But don’t major on these. Don’t feed your mind full of negative thoughts and attitudes.

Feed your mind with all the good things. I assume that your children are healthy and “normal.” Believe me, all of your woes are increased a hundred-fold when one or more of your children gets cancer or some other disease, or is born with a disability, or struggles with various syndromes on the autism spectrum.

And likewise rejoice if you and your husband are healthy. It seems that every time I turn around, a young parent with little ones is diagnosed with some dreaded disease and ends up dying before they turn 35 (in spite of dozens of fundraising dinners and 5K races and bowling for bucks and Pass the Hats). So sad. We need to appreciate every day of our good health, even if we do have saggy stomachs and breasts from bearing and feeding children.
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Cat…let me enjoy my rant! Stop making me feel thankful 😃

I’m just in a ****** mood b/c my son has been sick for 5 days. His behaviour has been horrible and I"m about to sell him to the gypsies for $10. 😛

Then he looks up at me with those huge innocent blue eyes and tells me he loves me and like, ughhh…stop making me love motherhood!!!

Motherhood and me have a love/hate relationship.

In all seriousness, my daughter’s friend’s mom just died of breast cancer…age 39 and her daughters, turning 7 (twins). Huge loss for those girls. Heartbreaking.

Now I’m going to go back to my rant…

Anyone got some cheese to go with my whine???
 
Life has many seasons. Today people have 5 different careers (average). During their careers they have time of promotion, times of warning, and times of new bosses who are horrible. Corporations pretend to be “family” but there is always the threat of being layer off or fired. Typically, people are unemployed an average of 2 years of their life.

Sure motherhood is hard. I have NEVER heard it was easy-breezy. Sure, there are peaks in difficult situations. Statistically, let’s say life expectancy is 100 years. So you’re wipping buts and noses for 3-6% of your life. Statistically, you have 18-25% of direct motherhood. Sure every complaint you have is worthy of complaint … But regardless of where you are doing the work (home, corporations) there will be complaining. It is our personal job to find the peace and joy of Jesus. Christ to get us through the complaints into finding the glory of the next level.
 
You mean you don’t spend all day cuddling your perfectly behaved, adorable, immaculate children in a Better Homes and Gardens-style house, all dressed in white with a perfect hairstyle? You don’t spend their nap time trolling Pinterest for cutesy activities to do with them when they wake up?

Well then.

Neither do I. Motherhood kind of sucks sometimes. In the early years, a lot of the time. God bless the women who don’t find it to be that hard and that much of a sacrifice, but I feel like it’s the hardest job in the world and one of the only ones you can’t just quit when you’ve had enough. It is 24-7. Even when they sleep or you go out, you worry about them. You try to enjoy the moments between the illnesses, tantrums, messes, disrespect… But those are pretty few and far between.

I have been a mom a bit longer than you have. Right now I have four kids. When I was pregnant with my first I thought motherhood was going to be SO precious. And you know, it kind of is, but not in the way I expected. I never expected the sacrifices to be so significant. I never expected the kind of worry a mother can only have for her little ones. I never expected the life lived on a never-ending treadmill.

My weekends, too, are full of recitals, birthday parties, and sports. Every day when I pick my kids up from school, we rush home to do homework, reading, and music practice. Most nights we then go to one of the kids’ sports practices or music lessons. That’s just how life is when your kids are young. Soon, you will be able to drop your kids off at lessons and practices. Your little one will behave better at soccer games and at restaurants (if you go - we don’t.) By then, you may have another baby. I understand why people decide to “be done.” Sometimes you just need that light at the end of the tunnel. The knowledge that the rat race WILL have an ending point.

You do need to care for yourself. You need to sit down and figure out a way to get those haircuts a few times a year, some decent clothing, or a dinner out with your husband once in a while. Even if you have to pull a little from your savings, these things are important.

Other tips:
-Make friends with the parents whose kids do the same activities yours do. Not only will it make practices and games more fun for you, you can ask them for the occasional ride for your kid, as long as you can reciprocate sometimes!
-Consider once a month housekeeping on a Friday so that you can go into a weekend with a freshly cleaned house.
-Cut back on the clothing that your kids wear. One pair of pajamas a week, one towel a week, less frequent sheet changes. No changing into ‘play clothes’ after school.
-Drink more alcohol. Just kidding - sort of.
-Trade childcare once or twice a month with another family. IE you drop your kids off at their home from 6-9 PM and go home and do whatever it is you want to do with your husband - ALONE. Takeout, a bottle of wine and…
-Go to the drugstore and buy a new lipstick or hand lotion. It’s a cheap pick-me-up.
-Stop lording over the homework. It’s your child’s job to get it done. Depending on her age, yes, some supervision and assistance may be required, but by and large kids should be able to do the majority of their homework on their own. It does not need to be perfect! Remember, it should reflect your child’s actual ability, not yours. And if she does not complete her assignments, better to let natural consequences (at school) happen than get into an argument with your child. If you feel there is an inordinate amount of homework given, talk to the teacher. The rule for homework should be 10 minutes per night per grade, starting in Kindergarten, plus 20 minutes of reading.
-Your kids don’t need to do every activity that catches their eye. In our home, with four kids, we limit each to one serious sport and one musical instrument. The older ones are allowed to choose a seasonal sport here and there, too, but I usually just drop off for those practices and am less involved as a parent.

You are not the only woman who has been blind sighted by how tough and often miserable motherhood is. Many just don’t talk about it because they want to appear perfect. They aren’t. We all struggle. Hang in there.
 
I have a confession. Mine are all grown now… but when I see the usual antics of littlies in the supermarket or at Mass etc… I get the biggest wave of “thanks God I’m not there anymore”. I still drive past the schools they all went to and when I see the kids piling out of the gates in the afternoon… same thing, I feel like dancing a little jig of relief.

But on the other hand, last Sunday at Mass we sat behind a family with a little fairly new bub who spent the whole time staring into my eyes with his little dark old soul Samoan eyes as he sucked on his bottle and I could have easily have gone there again in a snap.

Note to self No sitting near babies until the menopause.
 
Why didn’t anyone warn me? Here is warning of things worse to come:

Aging parents. You may get caught in the middle of raising your kids and helping your (or your spouces) parents die. They may get emphysema, Alzehimers, or become broke (out live their savings). This means you (women usually become the caregiver of the elderly) might be wipping young and old butts, streched financially, and still tired. Next level, grieving the loss of the parents you have invested so much into (sucks major!!!)

Sickness (long term) in family. Yourself, husband, and/or childreen probably will have a long term illness like breast cancer, paralysis, back problems … Again, being the woman, the caregiving will fall into you (even if your the one sick). Yes, the next level of sickness may be grieving.

Burying childreen is said to be one of the most heart breaking challenges we might face.
Statistically, we need to be prepared to burry our spouse. This is because women live 7 years longer then men. Additionally, we marry older men which lengthens our widowhood.

Should we become widows, we will need to humble ourselves to let our childreen ( or younger people ) take care of us as widows. This means surrendering our finances, possesions, and even actions to another (yes, let someone else wipe our butt).

Lastly, we need to prepare to allow our soul to leave our body; to die.

So, now you have been warned on the worse to come. There will be great joys in between these ‘worse’. I will leave it up to you to lift the glory to God along the way. Again, it will be the daily practice of finding the peace and joy of Jesus Christ to get us to the next level.
 
You might have clinical depression, you know. It’s possible. Feeling tired and negative…

Maybe you should talk to your doctor about how you’re feeling. You sound like a good person who is just kind of worn out and a bit negative…an anti-depressant might help.
 
Serap said:
Anyone here tried to counter with the “things I love about motherhood” I will be forced to come through the computer lines and slap you silly :slapfight:
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YOU? Wanna pick a fight with ME? Yeah, when you can get it on your schedule… 😛
Serap said:
There I said it…I don’t enjoy motherhood. I love my kids and would do anything for them, but I hate being a mom.

I enjoyed it the first 2 years when I just had my daughter, but ever since my son was born, I have just not enjoyed motherhood. It’s more than double the work. Why didn’t anyone warn me that the second child means more than double the work???..
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Did you know you’re kind of cute when you’re being petulant? :rolleyes:

I will start with the obvious: somebody did it for you, your parents, your teachers, and all the other caregivers that got you safely to adulthood, and when you are old and frail and demented, you may not exactly be a bowl of cherries when that time comes, either.

OK, that’s out of the way. We’d have to have a heart of ice not to let your heart go out to a stressed-out caregiver. Remember this time, when your own store of compassion runs low!

Look for allies where you can find them: your husband, other mothers, whatever is there:

*Better is one handful with tranquility than two with toil and a chase after wind!
Again I found this vanity under the sun: a solitary man with no companion; with neither son nor brother. Yet there is no end to all his toil, and riches do not satisfy his greed. “For whom do I toil and deprive myself of good things?” This also is vanity and a worthless task.

Two are better than one: they get a good wage for their labor. If the one falls, the other will lift up his companion. Woe to the solitary man! For if he should fall, he has no one to lift him up. So also, if two sleep together, they keep each other warm. How can one alone keep warm? Where a lone man may be overcome, two together can resist. A three-ply cord is not easily broken. *
Eccl. 4:6-12

So, what do your allies here have to suggest?

Re-examine what you have the money for when it comes to self-care. You can only rob Peter to pay Paul for so long.

Check out an Erma Bombeck book from the library. She told it like it is. More on that…
 
“When God Created Mothers"

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order?” She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands… no way.”

It’s not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, “it’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

That’s on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.

One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word."

God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow…”

I can’t," said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick…can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger…and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.

But tough!" said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

Can it think?"

Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

There’s a leak," she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”

It’s not a leak," said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”

What’s it for?"

It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."

You are a genius, " said the angel.

Somberly, God said, "I didn’t put it there.”

― Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers
 
“If I had my life to live over…

Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything.

My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind.

If I had my life to live over again I would have waxed less and listened more.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I’d have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten popcorn in the “good” living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored.

I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television … and more while watching real life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted.

I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for a day.

I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical/wouldn’t show soil/ guaranteed to last a lifetime.

When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more I love yous … more I’m sorrys … more I’m listenings … but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it … look at it and really see it … try it on … live it … exhaust it … and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.”

― Erma Bombeck, *Eat Less Cottage Cheese and More Ice Cream: Thoughts on Life from Erma Bombeck *
 
Sigh…

I’m typing from a hospital room with my 13 year old son. I’m an hour away from my husband and 2 other children. I go home on Saturday, and my husband comes here to be with my son, and for me to be with my other 2. I get some house work and laundry done, and go to mass with my younger 2, and hope I have the strength to speak and explain what happened.

My 13 year old son suffered a brain aneurism 2 months ago. He was healthy, vibrant, funny, athletic. This happened with no warning.

We were told before his surgery that the surgeon would attempt to stop the hemmorage, but there was a possibility that my son would bleed out, and that his brain could have been damaged fatally. Thank God a priest was near enough to administer the sacraments before surgery.

Miraculously he survived. He has a good prognosis to be able to function. We don’t know how long, or what long term difficulties or disabilities are.

Recently I read a quote, Imagine waking up with only the things you thanked God for yesterday. I feel so bad, because I did so much more complaining than thanking. I did a lot of complaining about messes, and schedules, and laundry and lack of me time. I’m thankful today because my 13 year old son will be able to eat applesauce. And maybe have some water. He’s on a feeding tube.

I’m grateful he can breathe. The girl across the hall needs a ventilator. I’m grateful I can be with him. The little girl who was next door was by herself most of the time. Her home was over 3 hours away. She was a sweet brave little girl, confined to a wheel chair.

Please keep these kids in your prayers. Sorry if I’m harsh, I don’t mean to be.
 
Mary_Gail_36 said:
Sigh…

I’m typing from a hospital room with my 13 year old son. I’m an hour away from my husband and 2 other children. I go home on Saturday, and my husband comes here to be with my son, and for me to be with my other 2. I get some house work and laundry done, and go to mass with my younger 2, and hope I have the strength to speak and explain what happened.

My 13 year old son suffered a brain aneurism 2 months ago. He was healthy, vibrant, funny, athletic. This happened with no warning.

We were told before his surgery that the surgeon would attempt to stop the hemmorage, but there was a possibility that my son would bleed out, and that his brain could have been damaged fatally. Thank God a priest was near enough to administer the sacraments before surgery.

Miraculously he survived. He has a good prognosis to be able to function. We don’t know how long, or what long term difficulties or disabilities are.

Recently I read a quote, Imagine waking up with only the things you thanked God for yesterday. I feel so bad, because I did so much more complaining than thanking. I did a lot of complaining about messes, and schedules, and laundry and lack of me time. I’m thankful today because my 13 year old son will be able to eat applesauce. And maybe have some water. He’s on a feeding tube.

I’m grateful he can breathe. The girl across the hall needs a ventilator. I’m grateful I can be with him. The little girl who was next door was by herself most of the time. Her home was over 3 hours away. She was a sweet brave little girl, confined to a wheel chair.

Please keep these kids in your prayers. Sorry if I’m harsh, I don’t mean to be.
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So sorry you are going through this. I’m relieved that your son is getting his health back. That must have been terrifying to go through.

I will definitely pray for these kids.

God Bless
 
Cat said:
It goes fast. Before you know it, you’ll be 57 like me and your children (if you’ve raised them well) will be living far away from you and you’ll see them only a few times a year. (And that’s just fine with me, BTW! I’m too busy to spend every day with my grown children.) And even after the children leave, the body doesn’t get young again. Darn! Instead, all those “old age” complaints start piling up. Darn darn!

I don’t see anything wrong with a daily meltdown or rant about your situation and the various pains of momhood. I think it’s healthy to let your feelings out and be honest with the way things are.

But I advise you not to make a habit of “fueling” your negative feelings about being a mom. You don’t want any regrets when you’re 57. I entirely agree with you about many of the disadvantages of being a mom (especially not being able to make love without children knocking on the door!). But don’t major on these. Don’t feed your mind full of negative thoughts and attitudes.

Feed your mind with all the good things. I assume that your children are healthy and “normal.” Believe me, all of your woes are increased a hundred-fold when one or more of your children gets cancer or some other disease, or is born with a disability, or struggles with various syndromes on the autism spectrum.

And likewise rejoice if you and your husband are healthy. It seems that every time I turn around, a young parent with little ones is diagnosed with some dreaded disease and ends up dying before they turn 35 (in spite of dozens of fundraising dinners and 5K races and bowling for bucks and Pass the Hats). So sad. We need to appreciate every day of our good health, even if we do have saggy stomachs and breasts from bearing and feeding children.
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It’s so easy to take good health for granted. :(. We never know.
 
“My second favorite household chore is ironing.
My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.”

“Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply.
"Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?
"Don’t you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?
"Wasn’t there any change?”

“When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911. ”

“Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn’t even in the same neighborhood. No one has ever gotten a religious experience out of removing burned-on cheese from the grill of the toaster oven.”

“No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.”

“Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, ‘A house guest,’ you’re wrong because I have just described my kids.”

“Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.”

“Raising a family wasn’t something I put on my resumé, but I have to ask myself, would I apply for the same job again?”

“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.”

All of it― Erma Bombeck

Erma Bombeck wrote 15 bestsellers. There was a time when her columns were read twice-weekly by 30 million readers of the 900 newspapers in the U.S. and Canada.

Dear Serap…you are not alone!
 
Giggly_Giraffe said:
Why didn’t anyone warn me? Here is warning of things worse to come…
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Oh, man! Stomp on the poor woman’s neck, while you’re at it! OK, so I did the same thing! 😛

There is a reason that the good Lord did not let us see into the future. We are only equipped to handle one day of our lives at a time, and even that requires God’s help.
 
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