So after what seemed like a very long day today I was completely blind sided but my 10 year old. While trying to get the school year back on it's scheduled feet, I have washed and done the dishes Monday and Tuesday night mostly by myself. Tuesday night I had a little bit more help. That being said, last night we were done eating by 6 so I told the kids that I wasn't going to do dishes, that I had done them the last two nights.
"Oh, you're so hard done by." said Aurora.
I'm not sure what my face looked but I know how I felt inside. I was first very aghast and then I started to retaliate and then I just said I can't have this discussion right now and got up and left the kitchen.
Now in the past I may have gotten very hot under the collar but last night I was hurt. Very very hurt. On Tuesday night I had mentioned, whilst doing the dishes with Aurora and Rayann, that carrying a baby is very difficult it's hard on the body and makes it hard to do other things.
I went into my sewing/computer room and was really just angry, then as I heard the sweet words coming from my husband in my defense. I just started to cry.
Being a mom is hard. It's hard to give and give and give, and feel like no one sees or notices when you do all of this work but to be degraded because you didn't want to do dishes. I cried pretty hard.
Once Daniel had gotten the kids ready for bed and they were ready for scriptures and prayers, they asked me to join (I was sewing for therapy with the Mormon Music Channel playing) Aurora apologized, and I broke down again.
I told her how much it hurt, the things she said. We talked about how we are a family and everyone has to help and I gently reminded her that there are a million things that I do everyday that she takes no notice of. If I, at 8 months pregnant, don't want to do the dishes, then I should have loving daughters that would gladly step in and do them for me.
Then just to add insult to injury, my cousin posted how her loving daughter came home from school yesterday and told her mom that she loved her and was grateful that she was her mom. I guess I'm not raising mine right.
It totally deflated my day. But that is how you take the wind out of my sails. Here's hoping that my sails today will be better.
"Oh, you're so hard done by." said Aurora.
I'm not sure what my face looked but I know how I felt inside. I was first very aghast and then I started to retaliate and then I just said I can't have this discussion right now and got up and left the kitchen.
Now in the past I may have gotten very hot under the collar but last night I was hurt. Very very hurt. On Tuesday night I had mentioned, whilst doing the dishes with Aurora and Rayann, that carrying a baby is very difficult it's hard on the body and makes it hard to do other things.
I went into my sewing/computer room and was really just angry, then as I heard the sweet words coming from my husband in my defense. I just started to cry.
Being a mom is hard. It's hard to give and give and give, and feel like no one sees or notices when you do all of this work but to be degraded because you didn't want to do dishes. I cried pretty hard.
Once Daniel had gotten the kids ready for bed and they were ready for scriptures and prayers, they asked me to join (I was sewing for therapy with the Mormon Music Channel playing) Aurora apologized, and I broke down again.
I told her how much it hurt, the things she said. We talked about how we are a family and everyone has to help and I gently reminded her that there are a million things that I do everyday that she takes no notice of. If I, at 8 months pregnant, don't want to do the dishes, then I should have loving daughters that would gladly step in and do them for me.
Then just to add insult to injury, my cousin posted how her loving daughter came home from school yesterday and told her mom that she loved her and was grateful that she was her mom. I guess I'm not raising mine right.
It totally deflated my day. But that is how you take the wind out of my sails. Here's hoping that my sails today will be better.
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