Warning: This post is full of sarcasm and not-so-positive things.
I need to make a few little confessions here. I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the need to get these things out of my head, like just knowing myself what a horrible human I am isn't quite enough for me… It's been about 15 months, and I'm not sure that I love being a mommy. In fact, there are times that I don't even like it. I love my daughter more than anything in the whole world and I would lay down my life over and over to protect her. But, I'm so sick of the fakery and pretending. Everyone is always all smiles and wonderment, and "being a mom is the greatest job in the world." I am totally over the competition, my kid did this, that, and the other thing before yours! Natalee is almost 15 months and she hardly says any words, I wasn't worried until I heard what "other" kids are able to say. Uh-oh, she didn't do it first and best, I must be terrible at this "job" of mine. Guess I won't get that raise I was hoping for. Maybe she will never start to speak because of my terrible skills. On top of this, people expect another one to come along at some point. Guess what? It probably won't happen, maybe it will, but don't hold your breath. Maybe we should have had another one right away before I understood what I was getting into, but now that I know… Maybe puppies are a better bet for us. Oh, but then I'm cheating her by not giving her a sibling. Mommy Fail, again.
And on top of that, who needs sibling rivalry? I've got big people rivalry to deal with. Let me just say this: Natalee is one, she loves everyone the same amount, she is incapable of favoring one over the other. If you give her milk, a cookie, a hug or pucker up for a kiss, you're golden, play hide & seek or peak-a-boo and it's Game On. Regardless of what photos get posted here or there, she is very very well loved, by everyone, equally. Let's be happy about that, mkay?
End of rant, commence fire throwing in 3…2…1…