I sometimes complain about being a mom. I also tell all my friends and family all the horror stories I have. Mostly I feel this is a public service because no one warned me about the unpleasant parts. I mean I knew there would be poop, and sleep deprivation, and tantrums but I didn't realize how much there would be. Actually no I think my poop estimate was pretty accurate but I had the mistaken idea that she'd start sleeping all night after a few months and colic....yeah colic sucks so much I can't think of a metaphor harsh enough.
I know all the other moms out there are laughing at me right now but I bet you can sympathise too. No matter how prepared you think you are, actually raising a child is totally different in practice than it is in theory. Of coarse we got the hang of it pretty quick and it really isn't that bad even at the worst times and it just keeps getting better and better.
Conversation with Fiona:
Fiona: Mama Mama (meaning look at me)
Me: Yes honey
Fiona: (Gets down on all fours and starts hopping) Ribbit ribbit
Me: Are you a froggy?
Fiona: Yeah froggy
Me: (Gets down on the floor with her) You know what? You are my all time favorite froggy and that's saying something (I've got a frog collection including a tattoo)
And then she gave me a kiss.
Yeah there are moments that are hard and I'm not going to try to sugar coat them but over all being a mom is the most fun I ever had.