How hard is it to raise babies?
How hard is it to get your body back after having babies?
How hard is it to give up your life as you know it, for dirty bums, bottles and Disney Junior?
How hard is it to parent when you and your husband can’t agree on anything when it comes to parenting?
How hard is it to balance work, home, the kids, your husband, without having an occasional wobbly which leaves everyone staring at you in astonishment, as if to say “where did that come from?”
How hard is it to lose weight? Oh I said that already in point two.
How hard is it to save money every month when there are so many unbudgeted-for baby things to deal with unexpectedly?
How hard is it to find a house that you love?
How hard is it for a toddler to just listen when you say NO?
How hard is it to shave legs, pluck eyebrows, wax upper lip – for nothing. Just because you’re a girl and you kinda have to?
How hard is it to stay awake until 10pm to watch CSI, but you can’t because you are just so exhausted from doing everything listed above?
How hard is it to get going every morning, when all you really want to do is stay in bed and eat junk food, and leave the kids with the nanny?
How hard is it to make sure your kids eat at least one healthy thing a day?
How hard is it to make sure your kids are doing enough educational activities – like reading and writing and playing with puzzles – as compared to watching TV all day? Because at least YOU don’t have to be an active participant in that.
How hard is it keep up with the Jones’?
How hard is it to keep your stomach pulled in all day, with only a few moments of total relaxation in the safety of an elevator or the toilet?
How hard is it leave carbs out of your diet from 2pm every day?
How hard is it for two siblings to play together nicely without fighting?
How hard is it to tame an afro?
How hard is it to say NO to a toddler with a sad puppy dog face?
How hard is it to smile and wave, when you really want to cry and punch?
How hard is it not to crush your sleeping baby in a hug because you love them so much and they are so cute when they are quiet?
How hard is it to plan a get-together with friends when everyone’s lives are so busy?
How hard is it to get “into the mood” when your husband is ALWAYS “in the mood?”
How hard is it not to blow the budget on little peoples’ clothes when they are so darn cute?
How hard is it not to blow a gasket when your kid wakes up at 4h30am and wants to play?
How hard is it to like your job and just be left alone to get on with it, instead of dealing with office politics FIRST, and then your job second?
How hard is it to finish this list?
You want to know how hard it all is? It’s BLOODY hard! Life is one curve ball after another; it’s one poo diaper after the other, it’s one tantrum after the other, it’s one credit card swipe after the other, one overdraft after the other. And on it goes until you die. BUT. You know there’s always a but… BUT, in between all the hard stuff, there’s hugs and kisses, ice cream and Zoo Animal biscuits, there’s quiet time after the kids have gone to bed, there’s blowing bubbles, laughing until you cry, holding your kid on your lap and stroking their hair. I can’t say that it’s “even stevens”, or that the good outweigh the bad, but at least there’s respite just when you need it most, in the form of a sticky hand holding onto yours tightly or a cup of coffee served fresh in bed by your caring spouse.
The measure of a mature person is not how well they prepare for everything to go right, but on how they stand up and move on after everything goes wrong. Author unknown