Listen.
I realized the other day as I was making chicken and dumplings (from scratch might I add🥴) for the bunch, that everything that I hate, I mean top tier loathe, I am faced with on a regular basis ad a parent. 🤯
I hate cooking, yet it is not only a daily chore but oftentimes up to 5 times a day. The crazy part is that about 50% of the meals I cook, I don’t even eat due to exhaustion, too much tasting, or it’s just not what I want. It’s not good enough to dislike cooking. These children want everything from scratch. However, this I can not be too upset about because, ewe processed.
Most of the women in my family love to cook, and I mean thrown down in the kitchen. My mom, my sister, my aunts, grandmother. But I wasn’t bitten by that bug. And I am okay with that. 🤣 I can cook, that bug I was bitten by. I just don’t like to do it. I guess if I had to dig into the why, I would say that it’s an act of love that’s not appreciated. Hmph. I learn something new about me every day. I mean, they devour every meal and even say thanks when handed their plates, but it’s more of a habit than gratitude.
I need to sit with this. 🤔
I hate repeating myself. I have always hated this. As far back as 11, I can remember someone said “huh” while I was speaking. I looked at them not even 3 feet away like, how did you not hear me? I repeated myself, and she followed up with another. “Huh.” I was so irritated. How is it that we are having a conversation and you don’t hear me? I went to the house. 🤨 To me, repeating myself means that you didn’t respect me enough to listen to me. If you asked me a question and I had to repeat my answer, what are you doing that made me less important at that moment? Why would you ask me a question and not listen for a response? Needless to say, I repeat myself a lot around here, and it drives me crazy. 🤪
You know what else I hate. Noise. I love my solitude and quiet time. Do you know what I don’t get? Yup, you guessed it. Every waking moment is filled with arguing, fussing, fighting, and attitudes. And that’s just from the children. 🤣 I never was like that with my siblings. We got along very well. Perhaps it is because I’m the oldest. My brothers fought constantly, but they were so close in age that it’s almost natural. My sister and I are almost 10 years apart, so she was my baby. But still, we got along. Now, I retreat to my room to read (I love reading), but even that is interrupted every five to 10 minutes with a question or complaint. 😭
I could go on and on about the contrast between parenting and my peace, but overall parenting is an experience different to everyone. For me, it’s filled with love because it’s mutual, and they do show it, just in their own way. The experience is full of beautiful faces, healthy bodies, sound minds, and plenty of hugs. But that doesn’t mean it’s not ghetto. 😏
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