I recently described parenting as beautiful torture to friends. I know that sounds horrible, so I’ll explain.
But first a little back story….
It was our wedding anniversary yesterday, so we spent it the way most parents do. With our kids. And I won’t lie, there were parts of it that were absolute torture!
Parenting IS Beautiful Torture
I should add, we’ve had a run of bad luck appliance wise recently. Just about all of our major appliances were bought around the time we got married. So, you know, they’re like 15 years old now. And they’re starting to break beyond repair. Our anniversary gift to each other was a brand spanking new double door fridge freezer. And they say romance is dead?
But seriously, I love that new fridge.
But of course, spending so much money on appliance repairs and purchases has left us…. um… a little tight in the budget.
Walter, Ava & Hannah have all been sick, so between our lack of funding and poor health, we decided not to go out and celebrate our anniversary this year. But, all parents will know, what happens when you spend an entire day or an entire weekend at home with your kids?
You land up wanting to hurt someone.
So we headed off to our local park, armed with some low carb ice cream and a couple of Woolies fabulous Grande Cappuccino’s.
There was a whole bunch of grumbling about how we should have packed the bikes and the soccer ball and and and… Then we were forced to gulp down our scalding hot cappuccino’s because the girls wanted to go exploring!
Let’s take a moment to remember it was our wedding anniversary…
But nope, kids are narcissistic little buggers and they did not care that we’d come to the park so that they’d run and play and Dad and I could take 15 minutes to enjoy a cup of coffee and an uninterrupted conversation!
There was whining about everything. It was too hot. There were thorns. (well hellooooo I did tell you to keep your shoes on but what the hell do I know). It was boring because Dad and I had forgotten the bikes and balls.
So after about an hour and a half, we decided it was time to leave. Only recently, Ava has become obsessed with eating out. No more drive through and take out for this Missey, she wants to go to a restaurant.
Cue the nagging
Between Ava and Hannah, they nagged and nagged to go out for supper. Now I know what all no-parents would say about this, believe me, I was one of them, but the nagging it wears you down. And there are some things that are just not worth getting worked up about.
So we went out to dinner.
On the drive there, my poor, sick husband looked over at me and said:
They really just can suck the fun out of everything!
Of course, the dinner was just more of the same.
When is the food going to arrive?
I’m still thirsty!
The cheese tastes funny!
Why did she get her food before me?
It’s not fair!
When we were finished eating, Walter and I, that is, the girls were ready to go home. Do you know what they’d eaten? After whining about how hungry they were and how desperate they were to eat in a restaurant?
Let me break it down for you:
Ava had exactly 3 chips and 1 rib. She also had about 2 sips of the milkshake she insisted on ordering.
Hannah licked the whipped cream off her milkshake, she ate about 2 chips and she ate the slice of tomato off her burger.
I was about 1.5 seconds away from completely losing my shit!
And that’s when I remembered….
Describing parenting as beautiful torture. Because it is. There are moments of such pure beauty, they literally take your breath away, but the rest of the time, it can be damn torture. Between the whining, fighting, constant mess, chaos and noise, I often feel like I’m being tortured.
Parenting is the best and the worst of what life can throw at you, wrapped up in a cute little package that you’ll love so much, you could die!