I love being with my daughter and wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’d much rather work all day with her and then work at night then leaving her all day for forty hours a week, but make no mistake, I despise some of the roles that motherhood as entitled to me.
Who am I kidding myself? I try to cook stuff, and I certainly have gotten better, but I cannot stand it. It’s not that I don’t like to eat, but that I find it a total pain in the ass to manage the time/get the ingredients/make it and hope it comes out okay….only to see that my daughter won’t eat any of it! I swear this kid ate everything, but in the past 2 weeks, she’s been a real pain with food and she is nowhere even close to 1 and a half years old. She just turned one almost 2 months ago. I didn’t expect it so soon.
Then the kid doesn’t nap long. On the one day she does (today), I don’t have what I need to try some new recipe out. I’ve been doing my best to try making different things, and my friends have offered me some great recipes, now all have to do is try them. I made her a smoothie the other day out of stuff she loves to eat, but she took 3 sips and looked at me like, that’s enough.
I don’t even think it is a teeth issue. I think she is smart enough to get the food that only she wants to eat. I know she is young and that every mother thinks her kid is a genius even though probably one out of a million are, I do think she is enjoying this decisive phase much to my chagrin.
Why do I detest cooking? Because I don’t even have basic skills cooking down. I finally get used to my crock pot and love it, but I don’t have many interesting recipes to make just yet. I don’t even know when I am supposed to prep some of the more complicated (recipes that take 30-40 minutes to prep) unless it is at night.,
At 8pm, I don’t want to cook.
I am excellent at maintaining a clean and presentable home, but sometimes doing the dishes is only so satisfactory mental-wise.
Every mom says they hate doing stuff now and then, but I feel I am the only one to stand up and say, domesticity truly can suck the big one.
The part about motherhood that I enjoy is teaching my daughter about the world around her. Getting her out among people. Watching her brain develop. I don’t think I will ever be one of the moms who feeds their kids when they’re sad or bakes cookies when the kid gets picked on at school.
I will be the one who tries to make them laugh. I hope that is enough, otherwise she better get used to eating some crappy cookies.