07/02/2017
To the Judgmentals without kids:
I see your stares.
I hear your snide comments that aren't always even under your breath.
I know what you think you know.
I feel the pressure you're casting upon me.
You're judging me as a parent.
You're judging my child.
You think you know better.
But you. Don't. Know. Me.
You don't know that I woke up at 430 this morning to go to work and barely pay bills.
You don't know that every second I'm not with my kids I am a wreck because they are so much a part of me that I can't even function without them.
You don't know how sweet my kids are 99% of the time and how they say the funniest and cutest things you'll ever hear.
You don't see the sacrifices I've made to make sure my kids grow to be good people in the world.
So yeah.
Right now, in this one second, my two year old is being a total two year old.
And you see us in this moment of time.
Coming out of the store I'm holding an infant, arms full of baby and diaper bags and groceries and I'm trying to wrangle my toddler who's just decided she no longer wants to walk.
And yeah, I'm attempting to hold her hand high enough that she doesn't fall as she squirms to get loose.
But she falls.
Dramatically.
And no. She's not hurt. (As you shift your body, roll your eyes, and tell me how I'm hurting her)
This is called a temper tantrum.
It happens.
This is all part of the deal with parenthood.
And fun as you may think it is for me, the way I see it, you have two choices.
You can offer some fu***ng help!
Or mind ya' damn business!
