I'm tired of being a mom

I'm tired. I am just so damn tired. There are days... just. God there are days and they just go on and on and on and on and on and on. Get the picture?

Being a mom is exhausting... that word doesn't seem fit to describe how tired being a mom makes me, you, anyone? Ok sure it may be this way for dads too, I'm not discriminating. But jeeze. It really is just tiring. 

When I look at it on a grand scale-what I do in a day- it doesn't seem like much. Sure some days I feel really accomplished but even when I look back on the day I'm like that stuff took me all day? The answer is yes. Yes it took me all day. Everything takes me all day. You want to know why? Because of kids! 

A doctor's visit is usually what an hour? Nope its like 5 days when your with kids: Stop. Don't touch that. Sit down. That's dangerous. That's a tongue depressor. Don't eat that. We have to wait. Just be patient. Almost done. Give me a minute. Please stop talking so I can hear the doctor. You have to go potty, now? Don't hit him/her. Mommy is talking. Ssshhh. Wait. That's enough. Just a second. I swear I have a dry throat by the time we leave the doctors! And that was an hour of my life that felt like 5 days! 

How about breakfast... now breakfast has a time limit. So does getting dressed in the morning. So does brushing teeth. So does putting on shoes. All of these things now have time limits since Tyler started school. Now me I could get dressed, brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, and put my shoes on in ten minutes. I did it everyday before high school and everyday I ever worked and even now I can do it. But somehow that's not how kids work. For kids it goes something like this:

Get dressed. I'm getting dressed. Get dressed. I am. No your not, your still naked. I have to go potty. So go potty. Ok. Are you done? No. Hurry up. Ok. Are you done? Not yet. Finally, now get dressed. I am. Are you? Yes. Then why are you playing with your toys? I want to play. But I said get dressed. 

Now eat your breakfast. I want to watch TV. And I said eat your breakfast. Ok. Eat. Ok. That means take a bite of your food. Ok. Its been 5 minutes, you haven't even taken a bite. I have to break up my pop-tart. So do it and eat it. I am. No your just staring at it, eat it! Ok. (twenty minutes later after I have harassed him to eat the entire time) You done yet? No. You haven't even eaten half of it! Eat! We are going to be late. (ten minutes later and hes still eating.) Are you done? I want to watch TV. You don't have time. I told you if you finished in time you could. You didn't finish in time. (a small temper-tantrum happens and finally he finishes his food) 

Ok. Lets brush your teeth. Ok. I'm in the bathroom waiting for you, where are you? I'm coming. Come on, hurry up. Ok. (we brush his teeth while he gags just for the hell of it the entire time) Now go put your shoes on. Ok. (while I'm brushing lily's teeth he finds something else to do besides putting his shoes on) Put your shoes on! I am! Then why are they in the other room and your in this room! Oh. 

Yes. This happens EVERY morning. It doesn't matter if we wake up 30 minutes before we leave or 45 minutes before we leave. It doesn't matter. He finds a way to be late EVERY day! I am tired of it. Just so tired. And don't say oh he's only been going to school for 3 weeks, I know that. You think that's when this started? No. This started when he started being able to do things by himself. He doesn't feel the need to rush to go anywhere. In fact the more rushed I am the more he takes his time.

I know your saying well take extra time to get ready. I do, I have. It doesn't matter. He always always finds a way to make us late. It could be: Oh I forgot my hat. or I have to go potty (even though he just went potty) or there's something in my shoe or whatever other stuff he can find.

It's because of this, all of this, not even including Lil that I'm tired. I am just tired of being a mom. I know, I know... I have a long way to go. That doesn't mean I cant be tired though right!?