What do you have to complain about?

I was having a discussion with a Facebook friend this morning who was complaining (ironically enough) about parents who complain about their kids on social media.

GUILTY. AS. CHARGED.

And so are you. Don't lie.

Even if your "kid" can be locked in a kennel, you are probably guilty of complaining that he shit on the floor or ate your shoes. 

Life, and especially parenting, isn't all rainbows and sunshine glitter-covered unicorns who piss chocolate. It's hard. It's real. And there is plenty to complain about if you are doing it right.

My complaints today include:

My six year old who hasn't slept in two days and has kept me up all night long.
My two year old who is as mouthy as can be who screamed so loud at soccer this morning that people were staring at me. (Keep looking - she's fine!)
The mountain of laundry and dishes and crumbs that these small people keep creating and that I keep cleaning.
The fact that I am EXHAUSTED. And hungry. Or is it hangry? I can't tell any more.
Post partum anxiety. I'm blaming this one on Muffin just so I have something else to complain about because he's pretty amazing as far as babies go.

My point is - it's hard! Parenting is hard! It has it's amazing moments, of course. I am thankful for my beautiful, healthy children. I am blessed that I have been entrusted to be their mom. I am working so hard to raise them into happy, well-adjusted adults who will contribute positively to the world that we live in. But I'll be damned if the road to success isn't bumpy, and I will complain along the way. And since you read my blog and are my Facebook friend, you will get to read all about it. 

So here is a toast to the moms and dads and stepmoms and stepdads and everyone else who has taken on the enormous responsibility of raising a child. You are amazing. I know it's hard. If you want to share your kids' asshole moments on Facebook so that you can remind them to put their pants on for the 36th time without tearing your hair out, I will sympathize. I'll share my kid's own naked adventures and remind you that you are ROCKING this mama (or daddy!) thing. So keep on keepin' on.

Keep it real, parents of Facebook - the good and the bad. 

My kids can't be the only pains in the asses out there, right?