on being a parent... or not...

am i a parent?  yes, i am

in fact, i’m a grandparent too… 

do i understand how frustrating raising children can become?

yes, as a matter of fact, i do.

i understand fully those times when you would gladly give up a body part just to have the ability to shut the bathroom door, create utter silence, and pee in total and complete peace…

and those times when you must - for the sake of yourself and your children - walk away, close a door and scream just to retain your sanity and get yourself back on the right track…

what i do not, and will never, understand are the consistent grumblings of a non custodial parent…

perhaps because my children were there 24/7...  meaning when I got up in the morning my children were there… when I came home from work at the end of the day my children where there… if they weren’t they soon would be… my life was lived around, and with, and through, and in constant sight of my children…

and those types who have the nerve to bemoan the fact that their own flesh and blood is under their feet driving them bonkers on wednesdays and every other weekend simply ruffle my feathers in a bad way…

I never get time to myself, because if it isn’t my damn kids under my feet messing up my time it’s my ex’s… and of course, our ex's can’t seem to coordinate our visitation schedules so we can have even one damn weekend alone for ourselves. oh hell no!  god, we can't go anywhere without a damn kid to worry about. his kids. my kids. always kids. it just drives me up the wall... do you know what I mean!?!

“yes, i know exactly what you mean.  we had our kids every weekend too…”