Every morning routine is a pain in the ass. I have to battle with my 4 and 6 yr olds to get out of bed, repeatedly tell them to brush their teeth, get dressed (clothes already laid out for them the night before), use the bathroom, while I get myself ready then make their lunches. I ask if they want breakfast every morning and most times I get told “no”, then 5 mins before we walk out the door they decide they’re hungry. OR, they tell me they’re hungry so I make them breakfast and they take 2 bites and waste the rest.We have snow here now so gotta make sure they got snow pants, boots, indoor shoes, mitts, hats, etc. There’s always one stupid mitten missing. Where are your snow pants? I left them at school. Where are your indoor shoes? At school, we go to school, they’re not there, now I have to go back home to get them. Its fucking freezing outside and gotta help the little one buckle up her car seat while she moves in slow motion and I’m standing at the door freezing my ass off. During all of this I find myself yelling “hurry up! Let’s go! Mommy’s late for work! Let’s go!!!!!” Every. Single. Fucking. Morning.That’s when I have moments where I question my life choices. What has my life come to? No one ever warns you about these seemingly insignificant but cumulative stress about parenting. I love my kids to death and wouldn’t change a thing of course but gosh these morning routines are the death of me, worse during winter. I’m being melodramatic but this morning was bad. Found myself in tears after I dropped them off.Now tomorrow morning rinse and repeat......I needed to rant. Thanks for reading if you’ve made it to the end. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/363C6do
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