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Friday, October 14, 2011

I used to be a good mom.

I know I was.
I remember.

Know how I know I'm not anymore?
Husband is giving me parenting advice.

Something is definitely wrong when Husband has to remind me to be nice to my kids.
When Husband has to tell me things like, "Read them a book, babe. Show them you love them,"
something is definitely wrong.

I'm not trying to say Husband isn't a good parent.
Of course he is.

But he certainly hasn't been better at it than me.

Know how else I know?
I find myself glaring at them over minor infractions.
I find myself yelling at them.
I find myself saying, "I just really need a break from them,"

 ...after I've been at work all day.

Where did I go?
Is it all PPD, or is it something else?

Husband says I'm not who I used to be.
Have I really changed, or is this temporary?
Is it the PPDemons, or

is it a new me?


  1. I feel the same way sometimes. I love them more than anything, but my patience runs thin. I think for me it is because i am so tired all the time.

  2. It's called being a working mom....been there, living that! And maybe you need vitamins....and caffeine, lots and lots of caffeine.

  3. I guess! And the caffeine... yes. I live on caffeine.

  4. Are we twins? I've been feeling the same way lately! And it sucks. I think my husband may have even made the exact same comment to me. I know for sure he's been saying "Mommy, be nice!" a lot. Most of my sarcastic poison floats over their innocent heads, but still. Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it total control.
    It helps a little that I've started working, getting out of the house. But then I come home exhausted because I'm not used to it anymore. And then I get snappy. Have a nice long 7 days off right now and trying to enjoy my kids again.


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