The Ugly Side of Being a Mom

I reached a new low last night. I asked Marc if he thought he knew everything about being the perfect parent, why didn't he write a book-ouch I know. I was just so frustrated. Things are work are horrendous right now because of a reorganization. I have been stressed trying to get the house ready for my parents' upcoming visit. I am nervous that we haven't been doing Lucas' exercises with him for his Physical Therapy and it will show tomorrow when the PT comes for our appointment. I hate that I am constantly on the go. I hate trying to juggle being a mom, working fulltime, keeping our home somewhat orderly and making dinner each night.

Marc and I just have different ways of handling all of this. I told him that some of the things he says makes me feel like a bad mom and I don't need anyone else to put those feelings in my head-I do a good enough job of that myself.

I just don't think that Marc understands the options we have-if I hold Lucas then Marc will have to make dinner. If Marc holds Lucas, I am not sitting on my butt watching TV; I am making dinner, washing dishes, making Lucas' bottles, doing laundry.

Having said all of that, I do appreciate Marc for all he does:
He gets Lucas dressed, fed and off to day care each day.
He cleans the litter box for me.
He loves Lucas with all his heart and being.
He loves me with all his heart and being.
He allows me to keep Jeff the beast.
He pays our bills.
He makes me laugh.