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A letter of resignation
Look, I’ve had some hard jobs. I’ve worked technical support for a school district with over 100,000 users and only TWELVE support specialist. I’ve answered, “I don’t know my email password” and “How do I change my desktop picture?” more times than I care to confess. It took patience. Not as much patience as the time I worked in a daycare with a class of eight two year olds and only ONE of me all stuffed in a twelve-by-twelve room for nine hours a day. I thought that was really hard at the time. But this job? This parenting gig? It’s so. much. harder.
I don’t want to be the mom with the crazy hair and the furrowed brow and the flames shooting out her nose. I don’t want to be the women with the premature gray hairs, the lines etching on her eyes, the drool and glazed over wistful look during the four minutes of quiet each day. I want to be happy. I want to enjoy my children’s youth. I want to be able to honestly say “It’s hard, sure, but…” Right now? All I can say is “it’s hard.” There is no but.
And there’s always a but.
The constant arguing. The battles. The tiniest detail of the day that blows up in to the largest issue. “I WANT TO PUT THE TOILET SEAT UP BY. MY. SELF.” The meltdown that follows. The fact that it’s my child who can’t share. My child who is laying on the grass screaming. My child. Lemme say that again. My. Child.
Half the time I can’t figure out how it’s possible I even have children at all. I remember uttering “no, we don’t need a condom” once. And blamo! Three years later we will never need a condom again. Life is cruel that way.
So, if this job came with vacation maybe I’d have signed up. If there were sick days, sure. If there was a lovely pay increase or a bonus check or some compensation, I’d be fine. But there’s not. So, I resign. I’ll have my desk cleared out by morning. And I’m sure you’ll have a replacement before my foot hits the doorstep.
What’s that? You drive a hard bargain. Ok, well, I’ll stay. But let’s work on that vacation and yearly bonus, ok?
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That picture is to cute for words!
I hate to be the one to break it to you, but this job is a life sentence. Even when they move out, they still need you and you still worry.
I’d say a little trip to Vegas in March is in order.
You have two of the MOST GORGEOUS CHILDREN on the face of the earth…. you cannot resign….. nor do you really want to…lets get real… YOU LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF MOTHERHOOD… but alcohol in magnificent quantities would help eh?
Friglet, by god, I think today is the day to break it to the mister that I’m going to Vegas in March. He saw the meltdown. It was nuclear. Yes, yes, I think today is the day.
Chris H, tipping my wine to you as we speak.
Vegas? Did someone say Vegas?
Thats the best pic…so adorable!
I told my hubby three weeks after the boy was born that I was going to take a vacation labor day weekend. When he has his 5 days off of work. He says to me “what am I suppose to do with the kids?” I say “umm, gee I dunno watch them, feed them, bathe them, and make sure they don’t die!” his response “what do I feed them?” My response is the door slamming. He then says “Don’t think you are getting a paid vacation!” Hell if I care; I get a break from the kiddos for more than the 8 hrs I’m sleeping (and I don’t even get that straight). I’ll take what I can get!!
Dude, Gavin had that same shirt that O is wearing back in ‘04. Its the coolest!
I’ve had my letter of resignation drafted more times than I can count.
They are too cute for you to resign…You just need to put in for some vacation time.
what a post at a good time! My 20 month old was up from 3:45 a.m. to 5:15, then the 4 month old got up at 6:15 and THEN the 5 year old got up at 7 wanting to discuss the intracacies of the newest episode of TRANSFORMERS with me. Ugh, Calgon take me away!
that cute little voice just melts my heart. Yeah, don’t resign; work on the vacation and the yearly bonus!
Great post! LOL! I am totally with you!
GORGEOUS babies too! 
I wish your frustration didn’t make me laugh so much. I’ve had more of these days than I care to count (the second paragraph of this post? I totally could have written it!)
This week I like my children, though. Who knows what next week will bring. Yours are adorable, by the way.
But look how beautiful they are and the cherry dress wearing one has such shiny hair and is kissing her brother, surely these cannot be the cause of your distress? I almost started to talk about 13 years time but I am far too kind. I have 6 kids, the oldest is 22 the youngest 4…...what can I say? Really what? My brain doesn’t work anymore, there, that’s something to look forward to, if you have more kids and manage to get through the teen years while having more toddlers, you stop caring, nothing matters, you go a bit deaf and only hear the screams that come with actual pain and blood… there is hope, cling to it…..oh and Vegas? Hell yeah.
Motherhood, a never-ending contradiction.
Damn cute kids, though…it really is worth it. Right? Please say it is, cause today it doesn’t really seem that way.
Yes, I’ve been stuck at the “it’s hard” and not finding the but here lately either.
God, they are cute. Do they give 401k?
I’ve had many a morning where I just look at DH and say: I don’t wanna play the Mommy game today!!!
If you figure out a way to get sick days, you *must* share.
I sprained/twisted my ankle a month ago, and it’s still sore and swollen and trying to heal - what with me having to chase up and down the stairs after poopy children and all. I got like 5 hours of “sick time” when dh stayed home the next morning so I could rest and stay off my foot. 5 hours. In over three years. Gah. I still can’t properly stretch at the gym because my ankle won’t lay flat. What’s this about Vegas in March?
such a timely post. I am ready hand in my resignation after the day I had. seriously. even a cute picture of my kids isn’t helping right now.
But I do have to say that your kids are beautiful!
Y’all are the bestest. Because right, the cute picture of my kid? NOT HELPING. I still see deamon child. But it’s so sweet to hear kind things about them. This was captured in a moment, quickly, before all hell broke loose. But still!
And that Vegas gig? COME! Y’all!! COME!!!
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I keep forgetting to put my button up. (What? The button-whore won ‘t put up the DAMN BUTTON ALREADY?) But seriously! SERIOUSLY! It’s the best and only vacation I think I’ll ever get from these “beautiful” monsters of mine. It’s a party, yo! (And Kate, you can fly with me so I can hold your hand and squeeze the shit out of it whilst drinking through my fear of flying. Sound appealing? YES?)
Yeah…and whenever you feel that way look at a picture of them such as the one you posted and say, “Dayang! It’s a good think they’re cute!” and that’s about when you’ll change your mind, eh? I’ve been there. Lots of times. Like, say, oh…TODAY!
I had my letter of resignation drafted today within my aching brain. I had the first paragraph written after trying to reason with my toddler that she doesn’t need to wear mommy’s deodorant. Another after my 8 year old huffed at me in that “I can’t believe I am related to you!” way. It was signed when my husband called saying he wouldn’t be home until after dinner.
Just got back from Vegas 2 months ago but I could totally go again! Time to put in for some paid vacation.
MGM - I got down on my knees to beg my daughter to stop with her temper tantrum today (we were out of Disney Princess fruit snacks! the sky is falling!!) and looked her straight in the eye telling her that exact thing.
I swear they make them so damn cute just so we don’t go completely bonkers on them! :D
That picture is really adorable!
I hope you get a “vacation” soon… it’s hard being a Mom sometimes, esp when it’s all the time.
Oh, I couldn’t have said it better myself. Whew! I know what you mean. My four (3 months, 2, 3 and 16) keep me running. I’m thinking about getting a contraption to strap my MP3 to my head and keep tunes playing all the time. That way I won’t hear the crying, arguing, jumping and constant talking! ... SIGH
Man, I feel that way many times. I don’t want to be “that” mom. But many times I am. And I just have one.
How I could seriously be considering a second one? I just don’t get it.
There’s no quitting. I’ve tried to figure out a way and there just isn’t a way out that would ever be worth it. You know?
I share your sentiments! Groan….
Mrs,Flinger,I understand totally. Do you remember the days before babies? I can’t!! Okay, so I really don’t have a point.
The hell with the ‘terrible twos’, how about the ‘terrible almost threes’ where child can be content for one minute and the next he is throwing himself on the floor or punching the wall or slamming the door or throwing anything he can find because you won’t let him out the door without a shirt on or with his fleece top in the 95 degree Florida sunshine.
*sigh*
I feel ya.
Can you teach me how to negotiate that yearly bonus?
Ah yes, I know the feeling. When I have days where my resignation letter is typed and ready to be handed to the hubby—I escape into the bathroom for a long, hot bath complete with ice cream and a novel.
The hubby and children now have figured out that if they want a happy mommy—they better clear the way to the bathroom.