I was thinking again. My thoughts are on being a parent. How can it be the best job and crappiest job in the world? Don't get me wrong, my children mean the world to me I just get so frustrated with them.
My daughter is 11, and she has ADHD, yes she's been diagnosed with it. She always is testing my patience and not listening to me. I tell her a million times to do something and she makes up some excuse of why she won't do it.
My son is 4, and he's so bubbly…He started this new thing with a sock. He puts it on his hand and starts talking like it's real. He calls it “Socky.” (It reminds me of that puppet on Trailer Park Boys that Bubbles had.) He took it everywhere with him today.
But don't think he's always that sweet. He still needs someone to lay down with him to sleep. I had him sleeping by himself and then the fire alarm went off. It was a false alarm thankfully but he is traumatized by it. He won't go anywhere unless he's close to the door. And that means the bathroom too. He'll pee his pants if he has to. He's so afraid of the alarm going off and something happening to him.
So among the good things and bad things…It's awesome to be a mom…I'm just so frustrated…Thanks for listening….
