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Great mother, bad friend

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When Charlotte was little there was a serious distinction in this house. I was mom and by mom I mean I cooked, cleaned, got her from point A to point B, kissed boo boos, did flashcards, taught her to use the potty and on and on. Initially I was not bad at playing, but as the years went on, the thought of one more barbie or game of tick tac toe made my left eye twitch something awful.

Now as a mom of an older child as she is 8.5 yr, I am back again at not sucking. We do ‘girl things’ together so to speak. I am a heck of a shopping partner, will take her to get her toes done, we do the movies and days out, Ill even craft with you, but again, please do not ask me to sit and dress dolls.

When P came along I had to start the baby phase all over. Babies learn by observing and I will be the first to admit that the reason we have no less than 500 toys in our home is because *I* get bored and buy something new for me to play with. And here comes the confession part that people are going to judge me on, I do not want to play anymore. With P being 2 years old I will sit all day long outside WATCHING him play in the dirt but about 5 minutes into kicking around the soccer ball I want to say “Arnt you 10 yet so we can go down the water slides at the park?”

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I don’t want this to come off as a complaint.

I love, LOVE my kids. I am very involved with everything they do, but as a friend, I am just no good.

Case in point,

  • Dad: Coaching little league
  • Mom: Standing on the sidelines yelling at the ref
  • Dad: Letting the kids wander around the neighborhood while he faithfully follows for 2 hours to let them “explore”
  • Mom: I’ll make dinner
  • Dad: Throwing the ball for the dog and chasing the kids at the same time
  • Mom: Sipping ice tea in the chair

I am not sure if this just speaks to the balance of my home that I indeed married the right person so my kids do not suffer from me rolling my eyes at Dora the Explorer or that my husband is a better parent.

Chris was out of town for ONE day this week and the kids were up 45 min past their bedtime because they were not tired enough. He obviously wears them out and I am the chillax. He comes back home and right on schedule the kids are down.

#greatmother

#badfriend

 

~Trisha

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Comments

  1. We have a very similar dynamic in my home. And I think it just means you married the right partner! :-)

  2. I totally get what you mean. I have 3 kids, ages 16, 14 and 8. The 8 year old is a firecracker and is always in a hyper mood. She wants to play and dance all the time but this mama is always tired from working 8-5 Mon-Fri. When the weekends roll around, all I wanna do is relax. it’s hard to tell the little ones you’re always tired or that you’re busy. They’re only little for a short time and then they are “gasp” TEENAGERS!!!! LOL

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