Motherhood: The only job with zero rights.

People treat complaining mothers like they treat crack addicts - with zero pity or understanding. Every other job in the world gets complained about so why aren't mothers allowed to vent? Is it because we're taught to believe that we're allowed to judge anyone we want? Or because we think mother's have it easy therefore they have no reason to complain? Or, in my experience, it's because "some people don't get to be mothers". 

Well that makes complete sense.

Since some people don't get to be dog owners we should probably not complain about how the dog shit on our bed. Since some people can't drive a car because they're not old enough complaining about how boring it is to drive 2 hours a day to work is totally gauche. Or better yet, every single person who complains to a friend or on any form of social media should probably be ostracized and then verbally abused because whatever they're complaining about someone else would be grateful to have.

Really?

Motherhood is hard fucking work. Ignoring every post I've made in the past about great it is, and it is, let's focus on the fact that it's real work. Add in a working mother, or even a semi working mother, and it's even worse. I'm not working at the moment, and I'm married, but I was a single mother who worked and went to school for 4 years so I can compare both sides and in all honesty working and college was MUCH easier. 

Is it easier having a husband who "helps out?" Sometimes. But he's really like a third child. Wait, does complaining about him when people might not have a husband make me a bad person?

People are allowed to complain about every other aspect of their lives so why when a parent wants to vent or long for time of their own are they considered bad? After dealing with 2 sick grumpy children who pooped/puked on everything in sight while also being sick and on massive cramps (for the 8th time in 3 months fyi) I think I've earned the right to complain.

People think that motherhood is all rainbows and hearts when in fact it's more tears and screaming than anything else.

Do I enjoy every second of having a child? Of course! Am I grateful that I get children and am lucky enough to stay at home with them? Completely. Does that mean I don't have moments of insanity and frustration? Absolutely not.

When a sick baby has been screaming in your face for days, a needy child has been unable to do even the most base of things for herself, when you're sick, when everything is falling apart around your feet you're allowed to have a moment. Because, keep in mind, while all that is going on you're also making dinner cleaning up after everyone (mostly your "third child") helping your eldest with homework and trying to make sure that you raise good, respectful, smart, and honest God-loving children. 

A person who is entrenched in children and "Color Crew" every day, all day is going to want a break sometimes. I deal with spit and puke and poop and screaming and clinging nearly every second of the day. Complaining doesn't make me a bad person, nor does it make me love my children and my "job" any less. It doesn't make me any less grateful. It just makes me human. 

People need to stop downing on everyone for their choices. 

We all need to realize that hurting someone else doesn't do anything but HURT someone else. I still marvel in every second of being a mother. I will never love my child any less just because I complain about the bad days. 

Everyone is allowed to have days, stop treating mothers like they're any different.