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24. What’s your favorite and least favorite thing about parenthood?
Least Favorite:
In all honestly, I'd have to say my least favorite part about parenthood is there is no being selfish. There is no "me" anymore. Every decision you ever make and everything you do revolves around your babies. And it's hard. Most of the time it comes natural but I think 90% of my frustration and worry are because I'm trying to make the best decisions for them every day. Frustration because sometimes I just want to go to bed when I get home or be able to do laundry and clean house. Frustration because I don't know how to get them to do the things I WANT them to do/not do. Frustration because I have to get them ready in the morning and make them a good breakfast and watch them slowly eat it. Frustration because I have to get out of bed an hour earlier to he them ready too. And worry because I spanked them too hard over something that maybe didn't warrant a spanking. Worry because I'm too angry and frustrated all the time and mean to them instead of snuggling and playing. Worrying over choosing the right schools and activities and friends. Worry over their diet and sleep schedule and every little thing every day and how it's affecting them in the future. There is no time to worry about myself anymore. I still want friends and me time and freedom to do things when I want to do them. To only have to pick up after and take care of myself. All the sacrifice and worry and frustration, it's definitely the hardest and my least favorite part... BUT my boys are worth every second. 
My favorite thing about being a parent? The LOVE. The snuggles, the kisses, the "love you"s. Being their shoulder to cry on. The excitement when you pick them up from school or come home from work. Watching them love each other and being so gentle and sweet. Seeing them laugh and truly be happy. Watching Jason love on them and play together. All pure love. I never felt anything truly like it until I became a mommy. Loving someone so unconditionally and more than myself. Best thing in the world.


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