Dirty Little Secrets
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I hate letting my mother in law hold my son (my first). She annoys me to death with her stupid talk. There is no escape, though, as we live with her. I am in heaven when she leaves, even for a few hours.
I hate when people tell me to take time for myself, when am I supposed to find the time to do that when someone always wants a piece of my time? I feel like I am losing who I am because I don’t have time to be myself.
I work just as many hours (if not more than) my husband yet I somehow am the only one who knows when the baby needs to be fed, when the garbage is full, when the sheets need to be changed, etc. I have been feeling really angry and resentful lately but haven’t figured out how to make him understand my frustration. Which is even more aggravating.
Sometimes I hate having to think of things to do with my child at home and instead fill our day up with outside activities.
My kids have ‘pyjama days”, they stay in their pj’s from the night before till the next morning!
I would love to stop breastfeeding today if I could do it without guilt
I get so tired of the pushing nutritional food, that I have given up completely!
I AM THE MOTHER OF SIX CHILDREN AND MOST DAYS I AM TOTALLY STRESSED OUT, SPREAD TO THIN AND ANGRY
Some days I let my daughter cry just a little bit longer after a nap just because I want to remember what it was like to be without a child.
My husband thinks it is fun to grocery shop together; I must confess – it’s more like pulling my eyelashes off.
I bought formula so that my husband would have something to feed our 3 month old in case I decided to run away (and take my breasts with me!)
I was feedin my baby when I was watching you on Oprah and I laughed so hard that I peed a little. Thank goodness for always pads.
After having my baby I freaked out thinking it all was a big mistake (it wasn’t).
I have put my 8 month old in diapers meant for a 2.5 year old (her brother’s) on multiple occasions.
I resent my partner for “making” us have kids…I blame her for the misery of having two children in diapers twenty months apart.
I am a part-time stay at home mom (I work two days a week) and there are days where I HATE my husband because while my life has totally changed for our son, his is still the same. And then I hate myself for thinking it.
When I have the day off I drop my kids off at daycare because I would rather be by myself then spend the day with them. Then I rationalize it to myself by saying it’s good for them to interact with other children and I don’t want to disrupt their schedule.
sometimes I hide in the bathroom to read PEOPLE or USWeekly magazines.
I feel like a total failure as a mother. I’m not like the other “stay at homes”. They all look like they have fresh veggies and fruit at their house, while I give my kids soda and chips.
. Is it wrong that I fantasize about the stay at home dad I met at the park?
I have often thought about sneaking out in the middle of the night and starting a new life……With Out Kids!!!
Before I left the hospital my newborn daughter (who is now ONLY 3 weeks old) SEEMED like a perfect lil angel. She never seemed to cry…then, we got home and she would not stop! Sometimes I think the hospital gave me the wrong baby!!! And every now and then I feel like pulling my hair out! I love being a mommy, I just hate the late night feedings where she doesn’t go back to sleep for hours and all the crying. I sometimes feel like crying myself!
My husband was offered a job overseas, right now we live 500 miles away from our family and we have a 5 month old, he works alot so I basically have no help. It’s all me 24/7. If he takes the job I will move back home with my family, but he will be gone for a full year and miss half of our baby’s first year of life……… I think I want him to go, and that makes me feel horrible
When I had my baby………… I thought I had made a mistake in having her
I ran out of pampers and the house was a mess so I wanted to clean up before I leave but my 16 months needed to b change so I used my sister in law diapers who comes over on the weekend. so I had my son with a diaper that was about three times as big as him…..
When I had my 3rd child, like a lot of newborns she was a little jaundice and required some blood tests. This meant that I would have to bring her back to the hospital lab 2 more times after being discharged home. On one of our visits back, I was in hurry and trying to get in and get out fast. This was due in part because my mother was in the car with my two older children and also because I knew the baby would be getting hungry soon, demanding to be fed. Of course the lab was taking forever and the baby was beginning to wake. I was getting hot and nervous then nervous and hot, totally overwhelmed with anxiety. Finally, they call us back, get the blood drawn and now the baby is in a full blown cry. Pain and hunger are a bad combination for a newborn. Now I’m really nervous and really hot! It’s not long before I realize that these two things together brought on a desperate urge to, well you know…poop! Yikes! My child is screaming, I’m in a hurry and now I have to S#*@. On my way out of the lab, just down the hallway I see a bathroom, the private, one occupant kind, perfect! I dash in quickly all the while the baby is still screaming. Being the multi-task mother that I am, I feel totally comfortable scooping her up to breastfeed, while I poop. Not even phased by the disgusting fact that this is a public bathroom. I didn’t care at that point; I was feeling relief, (from more than one urgency)! Just when things are finally settling down in my little moment, the door, that I am sure I locked, fly’s open to give way to the most embarrassing moment of my life. There standing holding a cup of coffee is a man no doubt, dressed in his crisp lab coat and wearing a look of shock and disbelief. I am sure that he was completely consumed by the sight of my pants around my ankles, my breasts exposed for breastfeeding on one side and just floppin on the other, and especially by the stench that no doubt spelled bowel relief! Lacking complete dignity at that moment all I could mutter were the words “no, no, no” and as far as Dr. door buster, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” poured out of his mouth at the speed of molasses. Our little moment of rapport apparently was more important than just slamming the door shut. I even remember hoping that he would not drop that cup of coffee. The door finally shuts, I catch my breath and I go into hysterical laughter, just sure that I have scarred this man for life. When I got myself back together and ready to walk out of that bathroom, I prayed that he was not standing there waiting for his own experience in our little meeting place. No way did I want to face him. Needless to say he was no where to be seen. He probably couldn’t wait to find someone to bring him out of his state of shock!
I have 4 children, so needless to say when a friend sent me these books I was exstatic. I love the reality, not to mention the hysteria. Your interviews have been great. Hope you enjoy my own little story. Definitly one of many!
Sometimes when I’ve had a really bad night of sleep and I’m exhausted the next morning I just feed my kids cheetos for breakfast.
I feel like when I’m my 3 year old son is talking to me or interacting with me – I have a really bad case of ADD. I can’t stay focused long enough to finish playing cars AGAIN or to hear and intently comment on his monologue about how his monster truck got stuck in the mud and needed to be saved. Then I feel guilty for not cherishing these moments and being a good mom. I find all sorts of chores that need to be done around the house to feel that I’ve got an excuse to not play “build an obstacle course for my racing car” again – but when I was single I NEVER had a clean place like I do now. But chores feel like the only valid excuse to have time to myself when I’m with my kids so I kind of cherish the time I get to do the housework now.
I dress up to go see my kids at school so I can see their PE teacher who is a total hottie.
I routinely hack into my husband’s computer to see what porn sites he’s been surfing.
my Brazilian waxer is the key to our happy marriage.
I wish my husband traveled for work. I would love to have nobody talk to me at all. It would be a dream.
My husband has no idea that I wax my eyebrows–he would be mortified–he has no idea that appearing so low maintenance is so high maintenance (and costly!)
I really wish I would’ve followed my grandmother’s advice and married for money.
My husband said, “Maybe you’ll stop snoring when you lose the baby weight.”
I liked me more before we had kids, so I liked him more.