Raising Several Children Under the Age of Five is Hell
Between two snow days and a child with croup, I haven't left the house in five days -- unless you count one trip to the grocery store (I don't) and one trip to the gym (I do).
I feel like I just gave birth. Gosh those were awful days. No one likes to admit this, but we all know it's true -- so in Suzanne fashion I might as well be the one to say it: Those first months of motherhood -- the whole year, really -- sucks. It just sucks.
I don't know who these smiling women are who walk around acting as though life is glorious and they haven't just been swallowed whole by childbirth, breastfeeding, and sleep deprivation -- but they're big, fat liars!
If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who smile all the time and put on a fake front -- and boy do I know a lot of those people. It's not that I want people to complain all the time (though that'd be nice); it's that I crave honesty. I crave honesty the way some people crave chocolate. (Okay, I crave that too). Let's say I crave it the way some people crave sex, or alcohol, or salt. I just need people to be honest at all times.
When it comes to motherhood, this is all but impossible. Mothers just don't want to fess up the truth about anything. They don't want to say that raising several children under the age of five is hell because they don't want people to think they don't love their children or don't love motherhood. That's taboo. So instead we walk around acting as if motherhood is simply delightful, as if it's akin to eating ice cream cones on the beach.
I hate that! Motherhood is just like anything else (but better, of course): it's wonderful, satisfying, rewarding, it's all of those things. But it also plain sucks sometimes. And during those early early years, it sucks a LOT of the time. The more you can talk about this, the better you will feel. It's downright liberating.
Get it out.
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