that I’ve learned so far from being a parent!
I only have one, that’s all I ever want and need. I love him to death, but I know my limits and I have cut myself off from the baby bearing world for good. He’s only 5 and this is just the beginning. I don’t know what’s in store for me, but this is what I DO know!
SACRIFICES THAT I HAVE MADE THUS FAR….
Sleep This goes without saying..
My bed My bed will never be that cozy, dreamy place that I long for at the end of the night. Well, I still do after an exhausting day, but it will be full of cookie crumbs. I don’t bother making the bed when I get up. It will just be a mess by the end of the day from my child jumping on it when I’m not looking. A queen size bed was suffice for just me and my husband, but since our child wakes up in the middle of the night and crawls into our bed, we might just upgrade to a King size. (It’s easier than getting up at 3am to put him back in his room) This will avoid me having to wake up with a foot in my rib and an elbow to the head.
My TV.Forget about coming home and watching the episode of Ellen that I dvr’d while at work. Nope, instead I watch things like Spongebob squarepants, Pokemon, Fairly Oddparents & Power Rangers. And I’ve seen every episode 10 times! ( I can hear Spongebob maniacally laughing at me while he monopolizes my TV on the daily!)
A clean house I don’t know why i bother. Not long after I have straightened up the house, I find empty juice boxes, and candy and gummy wrappers everywhere. There are enough crumbs under the sofa cushions to feed half the ant population. I never invite people over because I am ashamed of the amount of dust caked up on my ceiling fans, and picture frames on the walls. Honestly, I don’t have time for that nonsense! Once it starts falling on my head, THEN I will dust!
A clean car The backseat of my car looks like squatters live there. I swear they sneak out at 6:30 every morning. There are unidentified substances encrusted into the interior. The backside of my front seats have toddler sized footprints all over them, there are juice and milk stains on the seats, and the windows are covered in fingerprints and smudges!
A night out Everyone’s “Busy that night”, when you ask them to watch your child so that maybe we could go to the Christmas party we were invited to. And if by chance we do get a babysitter, I feel so haggard these days that I am home by 10!
Things I have gained!
Stretch marks yea, that’s right! Those creepy little bastards that don’t go away! You will either get them, or you won’t. If you do, you might as well start naming them, because they do not leave! And if its in your fabulous genes to not get stretchmarks, I hate you.
Bags under my eyes I have enough baggage to pack for a 2 week trip to Paris. From waking up every night removing the foot from my rib. From staying up late watching every show I dvr’d. And as they say, once you have a child, you will never sleep the same again. Aint that the truth!
Grey hairs Of course from the stress of raising a child, but also because I don’t have the time or money to go to the salon and get my hair done!
An extra large grocery bill. My son is only 5 years old, but he eats like an obese 40 year old man.
But most importantly, I have gained an unconditional love that cannot be matched. An endless supply of hugs and kisses (until he’s a teenager I’m guessing), the excitement that only a child can bring when learning and seeing new things, and the miracle of life.
Mommy loves you Michael..
With every stretch mark on her body
every crumb she has to wipe off her bed,
every juice box that she has to throw away
and with every elbow to the head!