How cute are those little guys? That picture was taken in September on our annual trip to the apple orchard, one of the many things I like to do with my boys. We love getting out and doing things… from the nature center to the indoor bouncy house complex… and anything they could find fun at three and almost two years-old.
Last night after an hour at our local carnival, some walking, and dinner, I was spent. Done… ready to take a bath, go to bed, and sleep for a day. And I felt horrible about it. I felt like the world’s worst mother.
I couldn’t keep up with my children. I am sure it is another symptom of the third trimester that goes along with everything else but man, all I could do is cry while my husband helped get the boys ready for bed and I took a bath to help my sciatica.
Of course as parents we both share responsibility for activities, including bedtime with the kids, but I felt bad. I know that I shouldn’t have, but of course I did. It is just another form of mother guilt that society has shoved down our throats. If you are a stay-at-home mother, or a work-at-home mother like me, you should do it all. From activities, to household chores, laundry, cooking, without any help from anyone. At least that is what some people seem to think.
Yup, I got crap for looking for a maid to hire for a once a week visit. Unreal in this year, right?
But because of all these old stereotypes, mothers are feeling horrible for their choices, and even things that are out of their control, like being defeated by a carnival and two kids on a Monday night.
I will be happy once our daughter is here, and I am able to start getting back to normal. I may be a little more tired from midnight feedings and all the typical newborn care, but hey… at least I will be getting the same amount of sleep I am now without cooking a little girl.
Can you relate?
Has anyone ever made you feel bad during pregnancy, or in motherhood in general because of shortcomings out of your hands?