Some days I wonder if I'm cut out for this mommy stuff. I love my kids, the thought of leaving them in someone else's care while I go off to work is stifling to me, but some days I want nothing more than to leave them in someone else's care while I join the "real world". I'm not sure how to overcome the disconnect, but it's there. Why is it that the people we love the most are the ones that drive us the most crazy? Which piece of my heart is so connected to my mind that when I lost that bit of heart to each child, I lost a bit of my mind too?
I'm told that 3-year-olds turn into 4-year-olds, then 5-year-olds, then teenagers, then produce grandchildren, but for now the 3-year-old is giving me way too many gray hairs for my age.
And Beth just woke up needing to eat. Sigh.
Goodnight.
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Oh Karen, did no one tell you that they become TEENAGERS? You ain't seen nothin' yet!
I wish I were there to help you out. I can remember wanting to just keep driving anywhere just to get away for a few days. All too soon they become individuals and hopefully will become a great friend instead of just your kid.
Oh, Gma, I'm just tryung so hard not to think about it, I might have to cry!
Karen, you poor thing! As Gma says, though, they do eventually grow up! It sounds like a visit from Bucyrus Gma is in order--you can join us for a trip to the zoo or the mall, or just stay home and take a nap, if you want.
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