I’ve been with Justin minus, maybe,
four hours since Friday at 4:00pm. It is now Monday night at 7:42pm. In that time
I have wanted to walk away from parenting and have my tubes tied approximately 84
times. Justin is teething, not sleeping well, and is fussing every 6 minutes. I
cannot leave the room without him crying. I have been up between 4:30 and 5:00
each morning. Feel sorry for me yet? I can keep going…
Just now, a very dear friend and
horrible, rotten person posted this video onto Facebook. You see, I enjoy
feeling sorry for myself. It makes me feel okay for eating ice cream and
drinking Chardonnay. It makes me feel as if I have things so badly I deserve my vices. I don’t like when people bring to my
attention how good I have it and how fortunate I am. I. Don’t. Like. It. I
mean, really? Who likes a dose of reality? Not this girl.
I’m posting this video and warning
all parents who have thought, just thought about dropping their child off at
the local fire station. Don’t do it. Well, unless you’re a cracked-out whore,
then by all means, gets to steppin'. But if you’re in my circle of friends and acquaintances I can’t
imagine that’s the case. And if that IS the case I need to work on my judgment
skills.
Here’s the video: http://storie.worthytoshare.com/husband-didnt-expect-to-have-a-daughter-that-was-different.
Go ahead. Don’t cry. Don’t run into your child’s room and give him a million
kisses. Don’t ever wonder how on Earth you could ever imagine giving your child
away. I dare you.
I needed to see this video tonight.
I had been questioning this whole parenting thing this weekend and wondering if
I was up to the challenge of having more kids. NOT that I’m saying I’m having
more, but this video, at the very
least, helped the kid I do have. Being
a good parent is hard work. I am so
thankful to have a healthy boy. I am so thankful to have a boy who is thriving.
I am so thankful I can provide him all he needs. I am so thankful.
