Hidden Insanity or Hidden Alcoholic?

No matter how sane and level headed a person is, leave it to a pint-size human being who has just learned to talk, to somehow unearth the hidden insanity that is buried deep within the grey matter of my brain. Or my husbands.

Most who know my other half, know him as a cheerful, outgoing guy who has a wicked sense of humor and can be quite meticulous when it comes to organizing (I knew I loved him for a reason!) and being on time (not all reasons though). But give him a tempering toddler and a bawling baby (love alliteration), and the craziness emerges.

Now I’m not picking on my hubby but I have to say it actually makes me a tad happy to see that I’m not the only one who loses my mind when it comes to children. Even if they are mine. These past few weeks have been INCREDIBLY stressful, not only to me but to my spouse as well. Seems he doesn’t have a blog (although he should and we could have blog-off’s) I thought I would share his venting here as well:

“This parenting crap is tough!”

Echo, echo, echo.

It’s not that I am going insane, I know I’m not. It is that I am a mother who is trying her hardest to step up into a new role that has been designed for robots. I want to parent out-of-the-box, challenge the status quo, and follow my “gut” (here, here Ticblog!). This may lead to a few tears, hugs from my husband, fights with my husband, moments of insanity and unequivocal doubt. Mix in a few hormones, baby blues, a little bit of mothering from my maternal kin and you have a rant on my blog.

I like this outlet. I can chew up and spit out words and emotions that are at the tips of my fingers and type out in a matter of minutes a lengthy testimony that is on my mind that day, moment or even week. I don’t expect applause, agreement, mercy, or debate but I do find it interesting to read from others when they do. Especially when there is a shared story, or even a situation that might have similar points. So please continue to write a comment when you feel you can but please understand that I write first and foremost as a service to myself as this is the first I have ever written to an audience albeit a valedictorian speech in college. My tact might not be the same as a more experienced writer but I am sure that in time as you continue to read what I share with you, you will begin to discern when I am truly going crazy and when I am just writing tommyrot.

I have never been a one to easily take help as I am the most obstinate person I know (just ask ANY of the family) even if it is the most deserving. I think the only help I could accept at this time would be if you could potty train a toddler, tell him why he can’t have a cookie for supper, breastfeed an infant, scrub the bathroom, relieve the gas bubbles in my baby's tummy, walk the weinersnitchzel’s and allow me to sleep for 4 consecutive hours (I'll settle for 3), then maybe I might give in to that kinda help. lol.

In the meantime, I want to thank my hubby for the shared drink last night but words to the wise: double on the rocks.

Love you always Papa Bear.

Signed,
Mama Bear