The worst job you will ever have

Just in case nobody has told you yet... being a mother is a thankless job.


I shop ... for food, for clothes, for toys, for things.  She just wants to know why she has to go along.  It cuts into her computer or movie time.

I cook ... on weekends I fill the freezer and then everyday I prepare meals.  She just wants to know why she can't have pizza, or hot dogs or hamburgers every night.  Preferably from a restaurant and not from our kitchen.

I do laundry ... pretty much all the time.  I wash.  I fold.  I put it all away -- unless she misbehaves.  She wants to know why she has to bring her dirty clothes to the laundry room.

I clean ... apparently not enough.  I cleaned her room today.  All she had to do was put the furniture in her Barbie house.  Rolled the eyes.  Grunted and groaned. Sighed heavily.

I take out the trash ... again, apparently not enough.  She complains that she can't just drop things on the floor.  Or that it stinks (and she is usually right).

I pay for everything ... and she complains I don't buy anything for her.  And today she wanted me to give my money to a classmate who is apparently poor.

I drive her everywhere.  Well... she is too young to drive herself.

I sign her up for activities ... swimming is the current one.  And I get the brunt of it when the pool is closed because of a broken heat pump.  I get the brunt of it when I "promised" her swimming time and can not deliver.

I hear things like...  "You don't love me!" or "Why do I have to do everything?"  or "This is so unfair!"

What I do not hear is ... "Thank you, Mama."

And I dare you to find a mother who wouldn't do this job over and over again.  For there is nothing better then a kiss or when your child wraps her little arms around you.  And sometimes you even get an "I love you."

Mean Mama