Sometimes…

Sometimes…

Sometimes I wish I could press a button and make the whole spinning world stop for a little while. The children are growing way to fast and I’m aging twice as quick. I want it to just stop so I can catch my breath and enjoy now just a bit longer.

Sometimes I pretend I am rich. I don’t do anything stupid like spend all the rent money on a jumper or anything like that. I just pretend in my head. Why? Because struggling all the time and the constant worry of what has to be paid by when and how it will be paid is just gets you down. It’s like a constant headache and just like a headache you take a tablet to make it go away, so I take a mind tablet and pretend I’m rich.

Sometimes I wish we didn’t all have to experience hurt of any kind. It just seems so unfair that you have a child, bring it up the best you can and then you have to release it to the world for it to experience all types of pain. There’s the physical pain where you won’t be there to kiss it better not they would appreciate you running up and kissing their knee better when they are at work in an office. The emotional pain which I know is part of life and makes you appreciate the good times more but do some people really have to experience so much bad luck.

Sometimes I wish this parenting lark wasn’t such hard work or that kids came with manuals or at the very least a default button. Teenagers are complex, bemusing, moody, excitable, unpredictable, grumpy, and snappy and that’s just on a good day. As a parent I am supposed to understand all of these charming attributes and still parent in an understanding and convincing way.