Every single day my son builds a fort. This has been going on for about 6 months now. There are days that I try to insitute a “no building” day but I still end up stumbling upon a pile of blankets, books, and couch cushions.
Everyone says “ Oh he’s being so creative, don’t worry about the mess!”. Yes, I agree. He’s fantastically creative. However, it is more than just a little mess. Books get destroyed in the process, the living room becomes unusable and once it’s time to pick up a child goes berserk because “It’s too much, wahhhhh”. Timeout. Cry. Repeat.
I am at my wit’s end. I want to be the kind of mother who doesn’t care about the state of her house, but this house is already too big and difficult to keep up with. I cannot handle the normal upkeep as well as having everything including laundry baskets, hangers, baby toys, etc. strewn about and a child who generally refuses to clean up at the end of the day.
This week has not been good. I have yelled a lot, cried a lot and generally feel like a pretty terrible mom.
“Why can’t my child behave like all of these other sweet kids?”
“Why can’t he just play with his toys?”
“Why do I keep yelling?”
“Why do I feel like I have no one cares?”
“Why is my life the worst?”
Wahhh, right? So quickly I go from loving life, knowing that I have a great family and support system to feeling like the sludge at the bottom of a garbage disposal.
Something has to change. I need to change. I need a better attitude and more grace for myself and my children if I am going to survive parenthood.
So today I came up with the idea to post the epic messes. Sometimes the only thing that can make bad things better is laughing at them and being honest about what my life looks like.
So here we go.
Epic Mess 11/23/13.