For all of those who aren’t moms and get all starry idea about the idea of motherhood, get over it. Motherhood isn’t all baby giggles and smiles. Yeah, the kid is cute. And yeah, the kid smiles and it melts your heart, leaving you a total sack of mush; or they say I love you are you feel like God has descended from the heavens and patted you on the shoulder. But that stuff doesn’t happen nearly as often as the not so fun stuff.
No, when you are a mom you get to deal with poop explosions in the middle of the night. Granted, if you have a newborn, you are so sleep deprived that you don’t actually mind, just as long as your sugar pie isn’t screaming. But when you have a toddler and are no longer in the land of sleep deprived insanity, you aren’t so okay with poop everywhere at 2 AM (though you are secretly impressed and confused with the fact that junior has somehow managed to get poop on the wall 6 feet from his crib). And yes, as a mom, YOU are the one who is expected to clean it all up before you try to wrangle the little monster back into his or her crib.
Then of course, you have the toddler who decides to take off his or her diaper in the middle of the night, and wakes up terrified because they are now in soaking, icy cold, sheet. As a mom, you get to deal with putting that terrified child back to sleep, and chances are they aren’t interested in taking a trip to dreamland.
Mom’s don’t have an off switch. Trust me I have tried to find it. I searched desperately for it a few weeks ago when cleaning unknown goo off the carpet. But it’s not there. You don’t clock out, and you aren’t ever guaranteed a break. It is the job from hell.
But they those pesky, sneaky kids go and do something innocently sweet and adorable, and suddenly you are wondering why on earth you don’t have an army of the cute little buggers…well you think that for about 10 minutes until they decided to give the cat a haircut.
So why do people have more kids? I’ll tell you why. Some people are struck by temporary amnesia, and forget that having a newborn means no sleep, and having a toddler is often a non-refundable trip to hell. Other’s are special people who have super human amounts of patience and love…these are often the wonder mom types…I unfortunately am not one of them. Then there is the mommy itch, from that damned biological clock. That makes you all gooey and mushy and makes you crave babies. And last but not least, there is the mistakes…err…the surprise children.
Okay, maybe I am a little bitchy today, but the princess has been particularly full of toddler angst lately. I have dealt with an ungodly number of tantrums, mischief and mayhem this past week or so. Plus we are moving in two weeks….somewhere. Don’t know where yet.

