tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post1873983521465559746..comments2023-04-27T08:26:25.215-07:00Comments on Making the Moments Count: Tired of Being a Motheramber_mtmchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17871256362646081536noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-8567017694939500402012-10-04T13:06:06.000-07:002012-10-04T13:06:06.000-07:00I'm a mommy time out rite now.can't get ny...I'm a mommy time out rite now.can't get ny 3 yr old to go to bed stop crying and his father just layes there and does nothing..I'm sitting on my step wondering why I signed up for this..but then tomorrow will be another day with smiles but the same rutine..uhh some days some daystirednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-59437510221958280662010-06-03T05:00:44.000-07:002010-06-03T05:00:44.000-07:00Tired of being a mom...this is a topic that is so ...Tired of being a mom...this is a topic that is so taboo that we rarely talk about it. I'm pissed off that you think it's OK for your hubby to just leave the house and leave you with all of it. I don't care that he is in school. They are his kids too. My guy was working and in grad school when our daughter was born. HE got up at 5AM so I could sleep an extra hour because I had been up at 3AM nursing. Why do we let them off the hook!Ginanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-33980112291732378782010-01-25T19:49:35.000-08:002010-01-25T19:49:35.000-08:00[...] have days when I feel completely knocked do...[...] have days when I feel completely knocked down followed by days of incomprehesible joy. I have silly days and sad days. Each of these are [...]The Tale of the Gypsy Wanderer « Making the Moments Counthttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/2010/01/26/the-tale-of-the-gypsy-wanderer/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-81661702152969885222010-01-24T00:47:33.000-08:002010-01-24T00:47:33.000-08:00I'm happy to help in some small way. :-) I rea...I'm happy to help in some small way. :-) I really like to read all the posts from other Mom's because it helps us all to realize one very important thing "We are normal" with all our perceived faults and limits. We all have them and it's all normal. :-) <br> <br>I made a list on paper of all my accomplishments and then all my perceived failures and you know what? My list of accomplishments is a LOT longer and it will be for any woman who has EVER been a Mom! <br> <br>Some of us are just to hard on ourselves and I soooooo appreciate reading all these blogs! <br> <br>(hugs)Deena Kayhttp://deenakwennig.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-86946862523242498642010-01-23T10:45:14.000-08:002010-01-23T10:45:14.000-08:00It's okay to be tired of being a mother. If yo...It's okay to be tired of being a mother. If you weren't ever tired, it would be because you're hopped up on meth or just not doing enough. <br> <br>Your writing isn't suffering (to put your mind at ease) - it's like drinking pure mineral water at the tap. You don't know what real water tastes like until you go to the source, you know. <br> <br>Just as you don't know what true motherhood is like until you've become the source. <br> <br>From one source to another, here's to unadulterated motherhood at two am.Nataliehttp://boingerhead.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-60428986046600519482010-01-22T07:26:46.000-08:002010-01-22T07:26:46.000-08:00There is no such thing as tardiness on my blog. Yo...There is no such thing as tardiness on my blog. Your words are as much needed now as they were yesterday. <br> <br>It sounds like you have a busy life to, dear. If I am correct, your husband doesn't arrive home until after the kids are asleep. <br> <br>I hope that I can share these thoughts with my kids when they are older and discouraged. I hope they will find strength in my difficulties. It is a part of life, no?Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-77441959168037460912010-01-22T07:24:08.000-08:002010-01-22T07:24:08.000-08:00Sometimes I must write those raw feelings. It is w...Sometimes I must write those raw feelings. It is what is in my heart and my heart refuses to write anything else. <br> <br>I have felt so much of my loneliness dissipate because of my blog friends (like you). Your constant support and comments encourage me to continue down my somewhat lonely road. <br> <br>As for your tip, I think it is a fabulous idea! I will try it. (I am open to any suggestions. Seriously, something has to change around here.)Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-39035682629695929042010-01-22T07:19:09.000-08:002010-01-22T07:19:09.000-08:00Darling, I am well aware of your weariness. If you...Darling, I am well aware of your weariness. If you want to help me please continue writing. I feel so connected to your words. I would like to return your cyber hug with one of my own. ~hugs~Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-69102895410413813442010-01-22T05:44:58.000-08:002010-01-22T05:44:58.000-08:00I'm sorry I didn't get online earlier than...I'm sorry I didn't get online earlier than now to give you my cyber hug. I'm happy you are in such a better place today (based on your latest post). I simply cannot imagine having on my plate what you have on yours. Having two little babies who are both in stages that need, need, need and a husband who is working so hard in his world that he can't be as helpful in yours right now. Just know that things will get easier. Your kids will become more self sufficient. You will get more sleep. Your husband will finish school (as far away as that must seem right now). You're allowed days of despair. And you're right, your hard days make the easier ones that much better. <br> <br>You're a wonderful mommy. A giving mommy. Even on the days that you don't want to be a mommy. xobeccahttp://dramaformama.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-31849020840997637052010-01-22T03:26:38.000-08:002010-01-22T03:26:38.000-08:00This is a beautiful post, straight from the heart ...This is a beautiful post, straight from the heart to all the other mothers out there. We all hear you, and are nodding our heads, yep, we know that feeling. <br> <br>I think loneliness is a big problem for mothers who are in the role of main carer. The responsibility, the constancy of being there for our kids, has all of us right up at our threshold for tolerance sometimes... ...sometimes a lot of the time. And the fact that other people around us - our partners / friends / siblings - get to spend hours every day being responsible just for themselves, can really seem "unfair", and leave us feeling "abandoned", even though the clever woman in us knows we're not. <br> <br>When I was a young mum like you, and we were making do on very little, I used to idealise the TV show "The Waltons", and dream of having that kind of multi-generational family, that sense of community. I stayed with my mother-in-law for a couple of months when No.1 and No.2 were very young, and loved that time - she was still a busy mother herself, with 4 of her 6 boys still living at home, but sharing that volume of work and responsibility between two women was not only easier, but also a really affirming experience. <br> <br>I think it's easier to work hard physically than it is to spend a day caring for little kids. It's just hard. I can't think of any ways to make it easier, especially during the winter months, when the great outdoors can't be your escape. I do have one suggestion about the housework, though (you have my permission to flick me with the teatowel for being so bold) - I find if I do a chore the moment it enters my head, it's done before I've had time to debate when to do it. It's the idea of all these chores waiting that seems to weigh me down with its impossibility, more than all the chores combined. <br> <br>Anyway, much love to your little family, and thanks for sharing.Dihttp://jacsmum.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-91684962400873883152010-01-22T01:49:59.000-08:002010-01-22T01:49:59.000-08:00I'm too weary at the moment to offer advice (l...I'm too weary at the moment to offer advice (looong day) so I'll offer love instead. ~hugs~ You will be so glad someday (and likely someday soon the way you're growing) that you wrote all this down. When life is sane again, and I promise you it will be, having these words recorded will gladden your heart. You'll see how far you've come. You've already come so far just through writing these feelings out and making sense of them.Kimberlyhttp://temporaryinsanitybykym.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-74263529535073391132010-01-22T00:12:49.000-08:002010-01-22T00:12:49.000-08:00I was talking with my mom yesterday because she wa...I was talking with my mom yesterday because she was a bit worried about me. (I wonder why?) I told her that I needed to write and be honest. There are so many moms out there who can relate, who are looking for some help themselves. I am hoping that by providing a look at both the hard and good aspects of motherhood, they can see the real side of parenting. Thank you for confirming my thinking!Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-55773957972624868822010-01-22T00:07:42.001-08:002010-01-22T00:07:42.001-08:00I am so glad for what you said. Yes, I may know it...I am so glad for what you said. Yes, I may know it but I definitely need to be reminded of it. Constantly. <br> <br>I don't think I know what a day looks like where I seem to have my act together. : )Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-81280846127909614352010-01-22T00:07:42.000-08:002010-01-22T00:07:42.000-08:00Yes, I need to do this. Even if it means stepping ...Yes, I need to do this. Even if it means stepping outside for a second. I think it's called "mommy time-out" right?Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-38962764710233163732010-01-22T00:05:15.001-08:002010-01-22T00:05:15.001-08:00Thank you, Deena. You have reminded me that I need...Thank you, Deena. You have reminded me that I need to make my moments count. That is, after all, the purpose of this blog, no? <br> <br>You are right. As your kids get older, the anxieties are still present. They just change. <br> <br>Your sweet words really made me smile and think. I appreciate that you commented. I needed to hear what you said.Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-27038920273829138952010-01-22T00:05:15.000-08:002010-01-22T00:05:15.000-08:00Thank you, Kitch. You are right, as always. It rea...Thank you, Kitch. You are right, as always. It really is okay to leave dishes in the sink. As long as they don't interfere with eating, right?Ambrosiahttp://makingthemomentscount.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-62528842557544095072010-01-21T15:45:55.000-08:002010-01-21T15:45:55.000-08:00You are doing what is needed to be done. I call m...You are doing what is needed to be done. I call my house lived in, not clean. It is not dirty but it is not clean either. Lived in means that the entire family has lives - Queen, Manly, Mr. B and YOU! <br> <br>You give and give. Occasionally, either through tears or words or an early period of quiet, you need to replenish the tank that all that giving comes from. <br> <br>And, Deena is right. The worries and caring will continue forever - just evolving as the children grow.Nickinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-63178203461009144262010-01-21T08:57:08.000-08:002010-01-21T08:57:08.000-08:00What do I adore about you? That you can admit to s...What do I adore about you? That you can admit to saying you're tired of being a mother sometimes. Of course you are and who hasn't felt that with the inanity of looking at a clock with some crazy middle of the night time on it, two screaming children, chores that are undone, and knowing that tomorrow might not be any different. <br> <br>But it will, Amber. Piece by piece it will. And until then we will link all our virtual hands across the Internet and give you fleeting moments of rescue. I know, because that's what you do for me.lindapressmanhttp://lindapressman.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-25901618435847463302010-01-21T07:15:15.000-08:002010-01-21T07:15:15.000-08:00Sometimes it just sucks. It all sucks. They're...Sometimes it just sucks. It all sucks. They're screaming; they're babies. It's what they do. You're beat. You're alone. And it sucks. <br> <br>Dishes? Laundry? Honestly? Will the world come to an end if it sits for a day? No. <br> <br>Some days are harder than others. We're all glad you can just put it here - the frustration and the fatigue - and know we all know exactly what it feels like. And it sucks.BigLittleWolfhttp://dailyplateofcrazy.com/2010/01/21/an-apple-for-the-teacher/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-46363642336371716332010-01-21T04:08:14.000-08:002010-01-21T04:08:14.000-08:00This may not be what you need or something you'...This may not be what you need or something you're willing to do, but sometimes I had to take break time despite the kids crying. Try to remember that this time of constant crying is temporary, even though at the time it seems to have no beginning or end.Charlottehttp://latermom.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-59331264705244264972010-01-21T00:32:53.000-08:002010-01-21T00:32:53.000-08:00I know you know this, but I'll say it anyway: ...I know you know this, but I'll say it anyway: what your kids need is the best you that you can give them. And that is what you give them every day. Some days that might look like an Amber who has her act together; other days that is a mom who's crying herself while wiping away their tears. They are lucky to have a mother who wants to be everything for them, but I really believe that they feel blessed to have whatever you give, whenever you give it.Kristen @ Motheresehttp://mothereseblog.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-39116328662403613172010-01-21T00:31:50.000-08:002010-01-21T00:31:50.000-08:00My sweet friend, I am drowning too. I'd love ...My sweet friend, <br> <br>I am drowning too. I'd love to send you a pony on a boat, but all I have to offer are words. You have a lot on your plate, so I encourage you to not be guilty about leaving the real ones soaking in the kitchen. You are a very good mother. You are. Honest.TheKitchenWitchhttp://thekitchwitch.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-88897179631955795902010-01-21T00:22:44.000-08:002010-01-21T00:22:44.000-08:00One more thing, when I do my cry, which I do occas...One more thing, when I do my cry, which I do occasionally since I'm still unemployed, living off unemployment, looking for work and trying to do the best for my teens with little to no money or husband or child support.... I do mine in the shower which thankfully I can now easily get one without worrying about what dangers may await unattended babes or without waiting for naptime. :-) That's MY time. :-) That and when I go to bed at night.Deena Kayhttp://deenakwennig.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521946248119237445.post-85663811469490930422010-01-21T00:14:46.000-08:002010-01-21T00:14:46.000-08:00I clicked reply in the e-mail and it says the page...I clicked reply in the e-mail and it says the page doesn't exist. I came on here and clicked the "..." and it wasn't actually a link. Maybe it's my computer. I don't know. <br> <br>I wanted to just say that although kids grow up and get older, the amount of time we spend caring for them does not diminish. It never does. The only things that change are the types of tasks we accomplish. With teens, I provide rides, give money, drop offs at the mall, repair damage done to knees and elbows from skateboarding incidents, continue to make meals and try to prepare foods that allow for a balanced diet, attend sport events, talk with teachers although I now homeschool. Teens experiment with alcohol, maybe even fall prey to some peer pressure and try drugs. All of which us Mom's need to deal with in our own way. <br> <br>Good for you! You manage your household, even if it isn't clean and organized all the time. Honestly I think that's just a facade that people want us to believe. I never believed it. Good for you for being strong for your husband. That really does matter. <br> <br>At the end of it all, wherever that is, (I'm not sure an end to it exists), no matter what happens, that you take even a few minutes for yourself, to blog, to cry, whatever it may be, you just keep on taking those moments, small and short as they always will be, and do as the name of your blog indicates. Make the moments count because they are just that. Moments. :-)Deena Kayhttp://deenakwennig.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com