Wednesday, March 26, 2014

7 Things Mothers Do That Are Taken for Granted

TP Patrol.
We have four bathrooms in this house, and I spend more than my fair share of time ensuring that each one is sufficiently stocked with toilet paper so that no one is left in the lurch after doing their business on the can. Contrary to popular belief, a brand new roll doesn’t just magically appear in the cabinet when the one in the holder is running low.

We get up close and personal with bodily fluids.
Vomit? These hands have caught it. Backside explosions? These hands have wiped it. When the shit (vomit, snot, you name it) hits the fan, mothers are often the first ones directly in the line of fire.

We function – and fairly well, I might add – on incredibly low amounts of sleep.
It is not uncommon for mothers to be the first ones up in the morning and the last ones in bed at night. Not to mention, we tend to be the only ones up in the middle of the night. (Well, the only adult, anyway.)

There are no sick days.
Sick day? Sick day? What’s a sick day? There are no vacation days, either. And if you do go on a family vacation, tell me: Don’t you end up needing a vacation from that vacation? I thought so.

Our “me” time during an average, run-of-the-mill day is scant, at best.
Come to think of it, the most alone time I experienced yesterday – not counting naptime – was just before sunrise, when I walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove for my tea. After that, it was off to the races with no turning back.

We’re constantly in demand.
If my son’s train needs fixing, he can’t reach a book on the shelf, or he needs his boo-boo kissed along with the proverbial “All better” seal of approval, who does he call upon? Me. That’s who. Even though Dad is equally capable of solving all of these dilemmas. (I should actually strike this off the list because I’d be lying if I said that this doesn’t make me swell with pride; tee hee hee.)

We settle for the scraps.
Mealtime with a family of four – with two kids under three – can be harried, especially when one of the children depends on your breasts for nourishment. After I unroll the placemats, lay out the plates, silverware, and cups, you’d think it’s time to dig in. But, nope. Just as I lift the fork to my mouth Murphy’s Law strikes and the baby begins to cry because she’s hungry. She didn’t want to eat when I tried to nurse her five seconds prior. No. That’s because she wants to eat with the rest of us. What’s Mother to do? Tell everyone to back away from the food until she can join back in? Yeah, like that would work. So Mother is left to look on while everyone else goes to town, and then she pilfers from the scraps. (At least The Hubs saves the corner slice of deep dish pizza for me.)

What is something you do that you feel is taken for granted?

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35 comments:

  1. Wow this brings back a lot of memories of when my boys were little, Courtney! You hit it out of the park. Mom's are a super hero every day!

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    1. Thank you, EstheticGoddess...and Good Morning! It's true -- we rock!!

      Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find my cape. (Do you think it'll attract stares if I wear it when I run to the store to pick up some milk and eggs?) lol

      THANK YOU for commenting. :-)

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  2. Hahaha.... Mum..mum...mum.. WHAT!!! I NEED TOILET PAPER. Urgh. Why does no one except me know where the new rolls live?? It is not top secret. No CIA or MI5 codes needed to get it. Hehe. Oh we will always be needed... Thanks for letting me know I am not the only one who suffers from this.

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    1. Hi, Ray. Yup, it's apparently the fate we unknowingly signed up for as mothers: A lifetime membership to the Toilet Paper Patrol Club...

      Thank you for reading...and commenting this morning!

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  3. All of this is so true! I don't understand how no one but me can reach into the cabinet to get a new roll of toilet paper! It's not physically possible for them. Oh and the no sick days is terrible because we catch every cold they get yet need to keep going through the motions. Being a mother is extremely difficult, especially when I haven't slept in the past seven years!

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    1. Hi, Ida!

      "no sick days is terrible because we catch every cold they get yet need to keep going through the motions"

      ^^This.

      I swear, it has gotten to the point where, if someone sneezes, I don't even try *not* to catch whatever the hell it is that they have. Why? What's the point? It will be business as usual for us moms anyway...

      Thank you for commenting!

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  4. All 100% true. I'm pondering all of these deeply today as I was the adult up on the hour, every hour, trying to get the twins to go to bed. I lost count after the fourth time I was pulled from my not very deep sleep. Well, off to go refill the toilet paper.

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    1. Tell me: Despite being up virtually all night last night, aren't the twins still up right now, hangin' tough? I just don't get it, Paige. How in the hell are kids able to to stay up all night and then still want to be up in the day? It's like they thrive ON sleep deprivation -- not IN SPITE of it.

      How are you dealing? Let me guess: I know you've got to be tired as hell. (sigh)

      Thank you for commenting.

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  5. OMG...the story of my LIFE! I hate it when I have dinner ready and served to everyone then I sit down to go eat my daughters start asking for different things. I could never enjoy an uninterrupted meal, EVER! Also, I'm always running to the rescue to supply someone with tissue when it runs out on them! BLAH!!!! And did you say vacation? What vacation? LMAO!!!!!

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    1. Yup. This will be me in exactly three hours from now...Scott and I have invited my mother over for dinner this afternoon. How much you want to bet that after running around like a chicken with my head cut off to get the table set and stocked, I will be the last one to dig in.

      Never fails. :-/

      I know you get it. Thank you for commenting. :-)

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    1. Thanks. I'm being dead serious here. At the rate we're going in these parts, I need to make a tool belt contraption with rolls hanging off it as I parade through the house...sigh.

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  7. It just never ends for mothers and once they get older you become a chauffeur. But girl treasure these moments because they do go by soooooo quick and I know you've heard that before but it is so very true.

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    1. The chauffeur days! Right! My mother still laments those days, back when I was a pre-teen and teen; having to schlep me to dance class, flute and piano lessons, etc. I really got around in those days, and it was all thanks to good 'ol mom (and my dad drove sometimes, too, of course. lol)

      Thank you for commenting, Angela!

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  8. Seven? I'm amazed you didn't make it The 1,000,007 Things Mothers Do That Are Taken for Granted. You showed admirable restraint - another thing Mothers do that's taken for granted! lol

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    1. LOL!!! Exactly, Lexa. I like to pull seven items, because seven is my favorite number; it's a little less than 10, which would make for a longer list, and I like to keep things short and sweet.

      However.

      In this particular instance, I could have written a War-and-Peace length post. And guess what? All of the items would have been true.

      Thank you so much for posting...any plans for this weekend? Regardless, enjoy!

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  9. Oh gosh, I feel like this list could go on and on and on :) The TP one gets me -- not only do I stock the bathrooms BUT I AM THE ONLY DAMN ONE WHO ACTUALLY PUTS IT ON THE ROLL. Seriously. Such a pet peeve of mine!

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    1. Sara, didn't you know? Replacing TP, apparently, requires a special skill set, one that cannot be cultivated in any other specimen, save for mothers.

      Thank you for commenting! :-)

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  10. I can honestly say mothers don't get enough credit for the things they do. I'm old and apparently I need someone like a mother when it comes to toilet paper since I just posted about a problem with that.

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    1. LOL...Hi, welcome, and thank you for your kind words: Flattery will get you everywhere here. ;-)

      But, seriously, though, admitting that there is a TP problem -- or at least admitting that there is a gross imbalance in terms of who applies new rolls to the holder -- is the first step to solving it.

      Thank you so much for stopping by -- and commenting. I hope to hear from you again.

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  11. If I don't cook dinner, folks would be eating out EVEN if he has been home all day and I have been out. Also the grocery list - I am at work and he is home because he is off on Fridays YET he calls me for the grocery list even though he knows I am on conference calls and meetings all day. UGH!

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    1. Oops forgot to mention - here from #sitssharfest.

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    2. Awww, thanks, Curleedst! I know, girlfriend. It's enough to drive our frustrations through the roof!

      Hang in there. And know that you are not alone. :-/

      Thank you commenting, and enjoy your weekend!

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  12. The toilet paper. The gosh dang toilet paper. SO TRUE! I would also like to add any spill, ever....spilled drips of cooking oil, coffee rings, drops of soap or toothpaste in the sink.....for some reason, my man just doesn't see these things. I am the only one who wipes that crap up! Hi, my name is Jen, and I am the House Wiper. Really???

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    1. Oh, don't even get me started by listing even more household minutia, such as the trail of potato chip crumbs men leave in their wake, and much,much more.

      But, oh, how the cooking oil gets me going. Dammit, Jennifer! Now I'm frustrated! lol I'm joking. (Sort of.) :-/

      Thank you so much for commenting -- and commiserating.

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  13. Gotta appreciate how much Moms do--it's a hard and never ending job, but the rewards are pretty awesome, aren't they?

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    1. Yeah, I gotta admit, the rewards are pretty fabulous. But, jeez, Rachel...don't we moms deserve *some* rewards in exchange for all the dried toothpaste we wipe off the sink and toilet paper re-stock! lol

      Thank you for commenting. :-)

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  14. I'm reading this and agreeing with all of it and as I get to #7, my son walks in the room and interrupts me to ask for something. HA! I'll never forget the first time I changed his diaper in the hospital. I was so nervous. And then he squirted from both ends on me at the same time! It was official. I was a mother. Thanks for sharing, Courtney. This is one of my faves for Turn It Up Tuesday this week.

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    1. Your son had perfect timing! lol

      And, yes, I also remember that proverbial rite of passage that is changing your first child's diaper for the first time. But I have to tell you, having had a boy first, I was even more nervous about changing my daughter in the hospital...and I'm a woman! Go figure.

      Anyhow, thank you for your kind words!

      (And, again, Happy Wedding Anniversary!!)

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  15. Moms are the best! My sister and I were just talking about how we only wanted a pear when my mom was eating one, and she was always willing to give it up, even when it was the last one. Such brats!

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    1. So after my a.m. jog this morning, I made my signature power smoothie (with fresh strawberries, fresh blueberries, rolled oats, 1/2 a banana, honey, ice, almond milk, and a packet of Splenda (cuz I have a sweet tooth; lol) and, let me tell you, this smoothie is DI-VINE!! Still, sometimes, Scotty doesn't want it. So I made enough just for Scott and me...and wouldn't you know? Scotty nearly breaks down because I didn't pour any into his smoothie cup.

      Who sacrificed more than half of theirs? (This is a rhetorical question.)

      Thank you for commenting, Dina! Hope you're having a groovy Sunday. :-)

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  16. Great points. I went to Costco today alone just to get some "me" time. Having three kids, it becomes increasingly difficult to get away. Shopping alone is a blessing!

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    1. Hi, April! Somehow this comment slipped under my radar, and I JUST read it for the first time...

      You mean to tell me you had the luxury of not only leaving the house, but also going shopping...ALONE?

      You are the stuff of magic, my friend. You lucky, lucky gal...

      xo

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  17. You know what the hardest part it? Just being kind...keeping a smile...and trying to set a good example. It's so hard to be who we want them to be...you know? I don't think everyone gets that.

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    1. Very good point, Kristen -- and a poignant one at that. I get exactly what you mean.

      Sometimes, when I find myself in that very same situation, I actually have to count to ten, just so that I *don't* do something that will encourage Scotty to be the very antithesis of what I intend for him to be.

      Yeah, I feel you on this one.

      Thank you for commenting.

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