4 - Head lice.
With communal child care, be it daycare or school, comes many communicable diseases. Those are to be expected. Anyone can handle wiping noses and the occasional vomit. But, along with the communicable diseases comes communicable parasites. I just spent the better part of the week picking lice and eggs out of all four of my kids' hair and not once did I ever think "oh, but having kids is just soooooo worth it!" (Although, there was the satisfying little pop the lice made when I squished them. That was kind of cool.)
1 - Whining.
I. Hate. Whining. A kid in the throes of a tantrum? Yeah, that I can take. After all, it's just their way of expressing themselves and it usually can be fixed with a big ol' hug. But whining? Ugh. Every kid ever born at some point or another will whine. And as they're turning a one syllable word into two or three syllables ("Mooooo-ooooooo-oooommmmm!"), there is no amount of rainbows and kittens that will make it better. A whining kid will bring anyone out of their happy place. I always tell my kids to "ask again with a smile on your face" when they whine. It's impossible to whine with a smile on your face. Try it. But, this usually results in more whining that they "doooo-oooon't waaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaannnnaaa-aaaaa".
4 - Parent teacher night.
There is nothing quite like being stuck in a room full of parents who think their child is the most precious and special thing to ever grace the face of the planet. Parent teacher night seems to be the best (or worst I suppose) place to witness this. So, as you're standing there looking at your child's art and ooohing and aaaahing privately with them, there will be at least seven other sets of parents who will be competing with each other to be heard over everything else in the room. "Oh Johnny! That's just the most beautiful silhouette I have ever seen! You are the most talented artist in this class!" "Uh, mom/dad? That's Kelly's. Mine's over here".
5 - Never ending adive from other parents.
I'm dong it all wrong. I've learnt that from many people. Unfortunately, punching them is illegal so if you have kids, you just have to put up with it.
6 - Laundry.
My mom will tell me to suck it up and that I have it easy. To hear her tell it, when she was first married, they had a laundry situation that looked like this:
But even someone who doesn't mind laundry would piss and moan at all of the extra stuff that needs to be done with even one kid. They're dirty little buggers, they are. And they don't care about the extra work they make for you.
3 - Routine, routine, routine.
I'm not a routine person. I like some semblance of a routine, but I firmly believe that routines are made to be broken. Not so with kids. Here is my weekly routine: Monday - Laundry. Tuesday - Clean the house day. Wednesday - Grocery and baking day. Thursday - Clean the basement day. Friday - My day. Weekends - Running around. So, if on Monday I decide to break my routine and forget the laundry to wrap the Christmas presents, we run out of clean clothes and I'm left doing laundry on my day. If I don't clean the house on Tuesday, it gets unlivable by Thursday. See where I'm going with this? Now, I know all of that is true for people who don't have kids, but scrambling for clean clothes or foraging for food when I don't get groceries was doable when it was just me and my husband. Annoying, yes. Doable, yes. But, once I added a kid into the mix, that routine had to be kept.
2 - Bedtime stories
You may hear some parents tell you how they love to read to their kids. Well, I do too. But, how many times can I read "The Going To Bed Book"* without wanting to throw the darn thing across the room. I can actually recite it by heart. *ahem*
The sun has set not long ago.
Now everybody goes below.
To take a bath in one big tub.
With soap all over SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB!
They hang their towels on the wall.
And find pyjamas big and small.
With some on top and some beneath.
They brush and brush and brush their teeth.
And when the moon is on the rise.
They all go up to exercise!
Then down once more but not so fast.
They're on their way to bed at last.
The day is done, they say goodnight.
And somebody turns off the light.
The moon is high, the sea is deep
They rock and rock and rock to sleep.I would like to change it up a bit and maybe read Fox in Socks more often, but The Going To Bed Book is the required reading around here.
So, if you don't have kids or don't want kids, the next time someone asks you why, you can add these reasons to arsenal.
*Good gracious, people are just so stupid. While typing this out, I decided to check out what other parents think of The Going to Bed Book. I really don't mind it. The pictures are cute, the rhymes are soothing and the very last line just encourages you to rock your kids. A break from it would be nice, but it's nice and cute. Here's what one reviewer said about it:
They take their baths, put on their pajamas and brush their teeth. Now this is the part where I had a teensy problem...after brushing their teeth, the characters all go and exercise before going to bed. Now I don't know about you, but a two-year-old exercising before bedtime around here is a recipe for...well...a two-year-old not going to sleep. So I freely admit that I kind of skip that page....
I do recommend the book if you don't have a problem with the exercise bit or if you have a child who does NOT feel the need to mimic everything they see or read. It really is a lovely toddler's book for either gender.Seriously? People have a problem with a book showing cartoon animals exercising right before bed. They think their kids will actually want to mimic that? Some parents even said the skip over that part. People are just so stupid. (Which brings us right back to my point number five, doesn't it?)