Highs and Lows of Parenting by: Krissy

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I have noticed a trend among mommy-bloggers and facebook-ers…either the posts and updates are sugary-sweet and upbeat, with the goal being not to seem ungrateful for their multiple bundles of joy; or they are wise-crackin’ disaster stories rife with sarcasm and self-deprecation. An example of the later would be The Meanest Mom. Have you guys read her stuff?!  Or how about Jen at Amazing Trips?Hysterical, honest and definitely not your regular mommy-blog.

I think I fall more in the first category, putting a positive spin on sleepless nights (time to pray over the kids!); illnesses (it could be worse! at least it’s not serious!), and behavioral issues (must be another developmental stage!). As a christian mom, and a mom who conceived due to infertility treatments, I often craft my blogging posts to reflect the best part of the day, so that I don’t seem ungrateful or ungodly…if that seems silly to you, then maybe “ANONYMOUS” has never commented on your blog at the slightest hint of a complaining attitude!

However, I had a day with my kids last week that got me to thinking about the highs and lows of parenting. (Please forgive the crudeness of this story.)

I woke up excited about meeting a couple of friends to go horseback riding. I only go once or twice a summer, and I was so looking forward to trying to hang on and have fun with out falling off or looking like the untrained rider that I am. The ride itself was a blast, I was some what in control of my horse, we cantered in an open field, I didn’t split my head open or need medical attention…as success in my opinion!

Upon arriving home, coated in horse grit and hot from wearing heavy jeans, I was greeted by two unhappy children. For whatever reason, when I leave them with a babysitter (in this case their grandmother), they choose to punish me for leaving them for a few hours. The whining, hitting and unhappiness was at an all time high.

They had been having a great time playing in the sprinkler until I got home, then nothing would satisfy them, and I could feel all the good endorphins from my fun ride and time alone quickly dissipating. Soon, I recognized the unmistakable odor of toddler poop. Realizing that the kids were in soaking wet bathing suits, which are lined with washable swim diapers, I decided to undress the culprit in the front yard rather than risk a wet, nasty mess getting on my living room floor. Can you see where this is headed?!

Pull down 1st diaper…water logged poop and gravity are not a good combo…poop all over the grass. Gagging, I clean up the culprit and leave the mess in the yard. Anxious to get my kids into the tub, I yank down the 2nd diaper, only to find an equally disgusting mess. Child #2  is scrubbed without mercy with the ever present diaper wipes. Two heaps of poopy swim suits are left in the hot sun.

Cajole naked kids up the steps. Place in tub. They fight, fall several times, get scolded, are clean, dry and put in fresh diapers and clean clothes. Nap time begins 1/2 an hour early.

I head back outside to deal with the mess, only to encounter a hoard of flies which have descended upon my children’s feces. Consider blasting the mess with the hose, but realize that will only spread the mess out further. Dispose of used baby wipes, and carry the mess downstairs to the laundry room. I am really unsure of how to proceed, as this has never happened before! Decide to rinse the diapers out in the deep sink-INSTANT MISTAKE! Did you know watery bits of poo can clog a sink?! S***!

Pull out an old craft paintbrush, wiggle around the stick part, dislodge the mess, comence gagging, and pull out the bleach. Oh, did I mention I had to clean up my lawn with baby wipes?!

Nap time did not help my kids’ dispositions. They wake up hungry, demanding and irritable. Irritable is also a good word to describe the state their mother is in. Call my husband to inquire about his ETA. We had plans to take the kids on a short bike ride. Hubby says he will be home soon, and asks me to bring the biking gear to the front yard so he can quickly load it on the bike rack.

While the kids are eating a pitiful dinner of rice crispies, I dash around to the garage and haul up the necessary bike helmets, bikes and tag-along seats. When I return to the dining room, I am greeted with an abstract art piece made of rice crispies. Milk soaked, these little crackling cereal bits coat my dining room table, chairs and floor. Trying not to get flustered, I decide to wait until later to deal with the mess (impossible to clean up the cereal while wet, better to wait until it is dry.)

I get the kids in clean diapers, shoes, and send them outside to wait for their father, who with any luck, will show up in 2.5 seconds. Thankfully, my knight arrives and quickly loads up the bikes and gear. The kids, who are normally ecstatic to go bike-riding, yell at each other the entire 20 minute drive to the park. We quickly assemble the bike seats, plop them in them, and start peddling. I pulled the short straw apparently, as I have the complaining one directly behind me, issuing orders in a pint-sized voice.

What I did not count on is the effect on my legs and posterior from the horseback riding…I could barely pedal my bike up the hills…my toddler companion is swatting me in the bum saying “Go Mommy! GO!”

Bedtime is nearing, and I call it quits. We head home to the chorus of more whining, and my nerves, frayed from the day, are ready to let loose…we pull into parking lot to pick up dinner (what can I say? I don’t like rice crispies for dinner!) and I beg my husband to let me be the one who gets to stand in line at Chipotle! Anything to get me away from the kids!

We get home, change the kids into their pj’s, brush their teeth, pray with them, rock them and put them to bed with a kiss and assurances of how much we love them. And love them we do!

Now, if I had just blogged about the morning horseback riding, and the evening family bike ride, I would have painted a much less accurate portrait of our day…but it would have been a tidier post! Personally, I relate better to the bloggers who speaking lovingly of their family with a good dose of realism thrown in. Any blogs you regularly read for the honest portrayal of parenthood? Are you a glass full or glass empty blogger?

Would love to hear your comments and see your blog recommendations!

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9 thoughts on “Highs and Lows of Parenting by: Krissy”

  1. I think I am a realist blogger, in that I do talk about the ups and downs of parenting. When I read overly sugarcoated blogs, I tend to not believe anything I read on them because no life is that perfect. And on the flip side, when I read overly negative blogs trying to always make each story sound over the top, I tend not to believe anything I read on them because life is not that crazy.

    Overall I think parenting is a roller coaster. Most people blog about the highs and lows because the safe parts are not that interesting. I think the fun of blogging (and parenting) is finding the story within the safe part.

    Then again, you don’t know me and you read my blog… do I sound negative or positive or real?
    .-= LauraC´s last blog ..Dumb dumb dumb mommy =-.

  2. Yesterday someone left a comment on my blog saying that I make them want to have twins. I must be sugar-coating way too much.

    Maybe because I have a hard time putting in to words the feeling of wanting to hide out in the laundry room with the washing machine running so that I can’t hear the whining. I also tend to not pull out the camera during those not so tender moments. So yes, my posts tend to be more sweet than bitter. The benefit of this is that during those times when I want to run away and join the circus rather than spend another day with my kids, I can look at our blog and remember that my kids really are pretty great.

  3. My blog started as an ode to my kids – their living scrapbook, so I tended to skew positive. I’ve been trying to get more real lately because, frankly, it’s MY blog and I need the outlet! But, I would still say the overall tone is sweet because I am not blogging in the moment, I’ve had a chance to step back, calm down and find the humor in some of the more horrible days by the time I sit down to type.

  4. I have to say, very positive renditions of parenting just make me depressed. Because I KNOW that my life is not so pretty. Fun, often. Tiring, always. But….also so freaking hard sometimes.

  5. My blog is my outlet – good and bad. Lots of smiling pictures that make my words about whiney, fussy kids seem like lies. I’m not lying – just tired! What until you see the post I’ll do with the overnight with Penny in the hospital. Yes, thankfully (!) she’s not really sick but I can see what hell it would be for a parent of a kid who really is sick and in and out of hospitals.
    .-= Mommy, Esq.´s last blog ..10 Months =-.

  6. I tend to blog mostly updates. So there’s good/bad and indifferent in there.
    Initially I started blogging about my pregnancy to keep relatives and far flung friends up to date on the goings on. That evolved, and now that they’re born and growing (8 months! woohoo!) it’s a quick couple-minute escape and release of pent up emotions, some good, some bad.

    I had stopped expecting to be pregnant (I was 35 when I got pregnant), and definitely didn’t expect twins, so sometimes the surreality of life with twins is beyond.

  7. I’m glad you included the “real” part of the story. Not that your riding outing wasn’t real, but one of the best things about the blogosphere for me has been finding all these other moms out there going through the same crap (in this case, literally) as I am! Coming from IF Blogland, I find it hard to use my blog to just gush over the joys of motherhood, instead I like to find the funny side of it all.

    I hope you get to go riding again soon!!

  8. I started my blog as an outlet too. A place to mull over tough times, various toddler developments or parenting issues that I’m interested in. Gives me a chance to reflect on the words or actions. In other words, its a thinking place for me and its always under construction.
    .-= Judy´s last blog ..Bilingual vs Monolingual Talking Milestone =-.

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