I just read this post, from a blog I’ve never read before. It was linked from another blog that I do regularly read. The funny thing is that I have two or three similar (but not as well written) posts in my draft box. She hits it on the head.
Honestly, folks, I am tired. I am tired of parent competitions. Yes, there are competitive parents–the ones who make a point of mentioning how advanced their kids are in this, that and the other. That’s annoying, but you can kind of see right through that one. What I’m tired of is the suffering competition in the parent olympics. The suffering competition that means that no matter how tired you are, it’s not worth a yawn because someone else has 5 kids and you have just the one. The suffering competition that means that no matter how frustrating your child is being at a given moment, you better be grateful because at least she’s not a teenager. I’m tired of that.
Sometimes parenting, in any form, is just plain exhausting and frustrating. Yes, yes, it’s worth it 100%. But sometimes it’s nice to just say, “dang, I’m tired” without wondering whether or not you’re the most tired person in the room and therefore allowed to say it.