I don’t know about you guys, but sometimes when I’m reading parenting articles and blogs, I think that I must be some kind of mutant. It sometimes feels like every mother out there is achieving enlightenment through drawing the same pictures with sidewalk chalk every day. And I’m just…not.
My kids can make me melt into my shoes with their cuteness, for sure. And I love doing things with them. But I was starting to wonder if I was alone in my feelings of dread over playing even one more game of Not-Hide and Seek.
So I did some recon with mothers I actually know and who aren’t afraid to tell it like it is. These are all people who I feel are EXCELLENT mothers. They play with their kids. They make the cutest darn art projects you’ve ever seen. But at the end of the day, they need a glass of wine. Here’s why. Today I bring you: Confessions of Real Mothers.
On Playground-Style Games:
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I can only play hide and seek so many times. Especially when my daughter tells me where she’s going to hide and it happens to be in plain-freaking-sight, and she giggles the whole dang time saying ‘No, that’s not me! I’m not here!'” ~Mommy A
“There’s only so many times I can play tag and pretend I can’t catch my daughters.” ~Mommy B
On Playing Board Games:
“I’m getting really tired of losing at Hungry, Hungry Hippos. There’s only so little you can do and still be actively playing. Oh, I certainly don’t let him win every time, but you can only be spanked by your mother at Hungry, Hungry Hippos so many times before you have a complete meltdown and require very expensive therapy.” ~Mommy C
“Hungry, Hungry Hippos is the loudest game ever. After about 5 rounds I have to make up excuses about the hippos being tired just so I don’t have to listen to the sound of the cheaply made plastic hippos banging against the cheaply made plastic board. Every time we play, I curse myself for spending the $15 on that game!” ~Mommy D
“You guys let your kids win at games? I actually have an “I Won” song I sing when I beat them!” ~Mommy E
On Make-Believe Games:
“How many tea parties could I possibly be expected to sit through?!” ~Mommy F
“I have been playing a lot of My Little Ponies lately. Only I am told who I can be and what I should say. Maybe if I got to be Princess Celestia and be the boss once in a while I would have more fun!” ~Mommy G
“We play Rapunzel–the game where I’m Mother Gothel, I steal my daughter’s “Baby Rapunzel”, put her in the “high tower” (aka cat tree), and she goes and retrieves her. It takes a whole of 45 seconds and she wants to play it OVER and OVER and OVER…” ~Mommy H
On Quiet Activities:
“Sometimes if I’m too tired to keep reading a book, I skip pages.” ~Mommy I
“I am kind of sick of making crafts out of garbage everyday. Boxes, bottles, pipe cleaners, pie tins, whatever. We have made some pretty cool stuff, but I don’t feel like doing it every single day. And the very second my son wakes up it’s “Can you make me a…” and the requests are getting ridiculous. The latest is a dinosaur crane digger with a claw, an elevator, horns, and wheels. I don’t even know what the hell that is!” ~Mommy J
On Real Life:
“Some days I just want to chill at home and sip my coffee while he watches crappy cartoons.” ~Mommy K
“Sometimes I get tired of playing, so I start cleaning things that didn’t really need cleaning.” ~Mommy L
“Sometimes when I’m kissing boo-boos I get a little irritated at having to find the exact right spot. Like, dude…it’s your toe…there’s only so much surface area I can kiss, how could I have missed?” ~Mommy M
“Bedtime cannot come quick enough!” ~Sentiment echoed by more than one Mommy
So on days where you think you can’t look for your little hider in the closet even one more time, know you aren’t alone. Bottom line: As long as our kids know we love them, that’s all that matters. Or as one mother put it:
“We ALL have our bad days and if anyone says everything is non-stop sunshine, they are living a fantasy. We have to take the bad with the good…that’s what makes the good so much brighter and welcome.” ~Mommy N
P.S. After reading all of these, don’t you just want to call up your own mother and thank her for putting up with your own annoying games and activities all those years? I do.
Do you have any parenting confessions you’d like to get out? Can you guess which confession (or confessions??) is (are) mine?