Mommadosey

There are a lot of things they don’t tell you when you are getting ready to become a parent.

They don’t tell you that you will want to smack the pre-children you for ever complaining that you were to tired to do something.

They don’t tell you that it’s not the work of having multiple children that is the hard part of parenting.  It is the fighting between the children that’s impossibly hard.

They don’t tell you that some evenings there is this huge sigh of relief that you breath when you tuck the last one into to bed.

And they don’t tell you that at some point, your weekends and evenings are no longer your own.

For you see when your kids are little you get this great idea.

Let’s let them try everything to see what they like best.  

Sucker!

You see one of two things happens when you make this decision.

Either they like everything they try, and you completely lose all of your evenings and weekends.

Or…

They really, really like and are at good at one thing.  And then they get really competitive with that one thing.  And the next thing you know you are at extra practices, extra scrimmages, special training sessions with personal trainers, private lessons, group lessons, long weekends at tournaments, long weekends at competition, Sunday games, Saturday games, and weekday games.  You buy a car that has extra trunk room to carry chairs, blankets, balls, uniforms, water bottles, first aid kits, musical instruments, and water coolers.    All to haul your beautifully obsessed and gifted child (They’re all gifted see.  Otherwise why would you do this to yourself?) almost every day of the week to their activity that they love.

The activity that they can’t bear to give up.

The activity that you signed them up for when they were little, sweet, and couldn’t possibly look any cuter in their uniform.

And then you realize that there is one more thing that people don’t tell you when you’re getting ready to have children.

They don’t tell you that you’ll be writing this blog late on a Saturday night at home because it’s the only time you have left that is your own.

And really, you won’t care at all for it’s all worth it to just remember how little, sweet and cute they looked when they first started wearing that inconvenient uniform.