The next person to tell me I have the best job in the world is going to get a punch in the face!
Yep, staying at home with the twiglets was meant to be a dream come true, I mean, how many people can afford to have a parent stay at home with their kids 24/7 nowadays?
Sometimes I fucking hate The Hub. I love that he gets up every day without fail to work every hour he can so I can stay at home, but then, why I am so unhappy?
It can’t be the endless sleepless nights, the constant whinge coming out of The Kid’s mouth or the high pitched wail The Baby seems to make every time I leave her side. I’m used to that. It’s the continued judgmental comments that come out of other Matriarchs mouth before their fucking brain engages.
Parenting is the most rewarding job in the world I was told again today. It fucking isn’t, and let’s be honest, the rewards can be pretty marginal at times.
Some days I don’t even bother getting the horde dressed as I know it will turn into another WW3 argument with The Kid kicking the shit out of the bathroom door and ducking and diving the flying bath toys that The Baby has got so good at throwing. Then The Hub will come in, and say something bone-headed like “I need clean boxers for tomorrow” and “when’s dinner ready?” and then wonders why I completely lose my shit.
I just want my voice heard. I just want other Matriarchs to take a minute and think before they decide to put a fellow Matriarch down. So what if they wish they had taken that full time job now, or only talk about the consistency of their baby’s shit, and hate for that one moment being the main caregiver to two miscreants. Being a parent is hard work, regardless of if you’re with them all the time or not.
Yes, the rewards do come. Usually when you’re feeling that extra bit down and damning the other half to hell, while piling in your third load of piss soaked food stained clothing, that it happens. The Kid will run up and hug my legs and say “mummy, you’re my best friend, I love you more than daddy.”
Bam. I do have the fucking best job in the world. Doesn’t mean I have to love every second of it though.