I’m done. Absolutely, unequivocally done.
I’m stepping away from the dinner table as soon as I sit down. I’ve had it with folding my children’s clothes; they’re perfectly capable of doing it themselves, even if they choose to throw everything haphazardly into their drawers. Quite frankly, I’m over it.
I’m done searching for lost items. My youngest can’t find her beloved unicorn, and my son can’t locate his tablet or his favorite book. My partner is clueless about where his keys or sunglasses are. Guess who knows the whereabouts of all this stuff? Me. And guess who’s keeping that information to herself? Yup, that’s right—me!
I’m quitting the endless snack prep at all hours. Three meals each day for my insatiable little monsters is all they’re getting. If they want cheese and crackers, they can fetch their own.
I’m done being disturbed in the middle of the night for trivial matters. If one of my kids has a nightmare, they’re welcome to join us in bed. But if someone feels the need to scream at 3 a.m. because their covers are askew, I might just lose it.
I’m finished with over-scheduling my children. One activity each is going to have to suffice. I need my evenings to be calm and free of rushing around. A couple of outings per week is more than enough.
I refuse to repeat myself anymore. If I offer my child the last cookie and all I receive is a distracted “Huh?” I’m taking that cookie for myself. Too bad, kid!
I’m letting go of the anxiety over my messy house. I recently took on some freelance work, and instead of saving every penny for my kids’ college funds, I’m hiring a housekeeper. I enjoy a clean home, but I simply don’t have the time to maintain it and I’m tired of stressing about it—so I quit!
I’m prioritizing myself for a change. If I want to squeeze in a workout instead of cooking dinner, my kids can fend for themselves. Leftovers are a great option, or they can ask their dad for help. I’ve also scheduled important appointments for myself that I’ve been postponing for years, because I finally realized my health matters too.
I’m no longer feeling guilty about treating myself. For years, I’ve been the type to remove items from my cart before checkout. No more of that martyr nonsense. Recently, I splurged on high-quality makeup that covers up my skin imperfections, and I don’t regret it one bit.
I’m done tolerating my kids trampling all over my personal space. I deserve to have my own boundaries respected. No more being a human jungle gym; hugs are the only exception to this new rule.
I’ve realized that playing the martyr has only diminished who I really am. Instead of nurturing my family, I’ve neglected my own needs and turned into a stressed, short-tempered version of myself. From this point forward, everyone—including me—deserves the best version of myself: calm, happy, and fulfilled.
Because I quit.
Resources for Enhancing Your Family’s Journey
For those interested in enhancing their family’s journey, check out resources like this guide on boosting fertility or this comprehensive sleep schedule for 10 to 12-month-olds. Additionally, Healthline is an excellent resource for anything related to pregnancy and home insemination.
Conclusion
In summary, it’s crucial to recognize when to step back and prioritize your own well-being. By letting go of the burdens we often take on, we can become better parents and individuals, ultimately leading to a happier family dynamic.