The best thing is to see them grow. And it’s the worst thing at the same time.
I guess I don’t really hate anything bc I have an equal partner so parenting isn’t as hard as it is for some others who are doing it all on their own.
I would say my least favorite part of it is you’re constantly getting up from your seat. But the constant moving helped me lose 80 pounds so I guess I can’t even say I hate that all that much. But some days you’d like to just lounge.
The newborn stage. The sleep deprivation is un*real* and it’s impossible to do anything but care for the baby. Plus I had postpartum depression, which made it even more awful.
Luckily, it generally got more fun as Son got older (with the exception of Three, wtf was that). Elementary school was fun. Middle school was surprisingly fun. I miss the teenage years the most. He’s 18 now and we’re having a blast.
Tummy bugs. They always pass it on to me and we all end up with the symptoms 🤢😷
And laundry piles after 🙄
The guilt. Every decision I think about how this will effect her long term and I always think I’m making the wrong choice
When I loose it and scream at them. It’s awful.
That my baby won’t stay a baby forever. Kills me
Extreme clingy behavior and constant touching. And missing it once they go away
You constantly worry bout ur kids
The uncertainty. I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. In my mind, every problem was my fault and every problem-fee period was “too easy”.
Knowing that once he grows up, there’s a world of people out there with bad intentions.
Inability to rot. I want to sit down to extended time. I want a pj day. I want to stuff my face. I don’t want 75 frights from a toddler launching himself off something.
I miss warm coffee. I miss getting up and throwing on clothes and out the door.
Having said that those days will return.
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The best thing is to see them grow. And it’s the worst thing at the same time.
I guess I don’t really hate anything bc I have an equal partner so parenting isn’t as hard as it is for some others who are doing it all on their own.
I would say my least favorite part of it is you’re constantly getting up from your seat. But the constant moving helped me lose 80 pounds so I guess I can’t even say I hate that all that much. But some days you’d like to just lounge.
The newborn stage. The sleep deprivation is un*real* and it’s impossible to do anything but care for the baby. Plus I had postpartum depression, which made it even more awful.
Luckily, it generally got more fun as Son got older (with the exception of Three, wtf was that). Elementary school was fun. Middle school was surprisingly fun. I miss the teenage years the most. He’s 18 now and we’re having a blast.
Tummy bugs. They always pass it on to me and we all end up with the symptoms 🤢😷
And laundry piles after 🙄
The guilt. Every decision I think about how this will effect her long term and I always think I’m making the wrong choice
When I loose it and scream at them. It’s awful.
That my baby won’t stay a baby forever. Kills me
Extreme clingy behavior and constant touching. And missing it once they go away
You constantly worry bout ur kids
The uncertainty. I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. In my mind, every problem was my fault and every problem-fee period was “too easy”.
Knowing that once he grows up, there’s a world of people out there with bad intentions.
Inability to rot. I want to sit down to extended time. I want a pj day. I want to stuff my face. I don’t want 75 frights from a toddler launching himself off something.
I miss warm coffee. I miss getting up and throwing on clothes and out the door.
Having said that those days will return.