The author | Coke Mom
Cleanliness, insomnia, procrastination, petulance...
These little problems can't be changed? Have a baby and see
Some time ago, I chatted with a few young people.
Somehow I talked about "my own small problems", and as soon as the topic came out, everyone rushed to speak.
Someone said:
"Recently, I seem to have auditory hallucinations.
Whenever I was ready to get up and go to work, I could always hear the bed holding me. ”
The other listened and hurriedly said:
"It's nothing, I hallucinate every month."
The previous day's salary has just been paid, and the next day you can see a text message saying that your current total account balance is zero. ”
Another one said:
"My experience is even more terrifying, I may have encountered a black hole in time.
At 11 o'clock in the evening, I was preparing to play with my mobile phone to sleep, but I didn't expect to look at the time again, and it suddenly arrived at 2 a.m. ”
Hearing this, I laughed and said nothing.
To be honest, I've also been troubled by not being able to get out of bed, spending lavishly, and not being able to quit staying up late to play on my phone.
Until one day, I became the mother of the child.
I found that as a walking material bag, a humanoid husky, a creature like a son can definitely cure the old mother's various unhappiness.
Whatever it is cleanliness, procrastination, can't sleep, wrap you a minute of medicine to get rid of the disease!
Since the birth of a son
My cleanliness is completely better
Before I gave birth to my son, I was probably a severe cleanliness patient.
What wash your hands to take some water to flush the faucet, as soon as you get home, you have to wipe your mobile phone with alcohol cotton pads, and the clothes you wear outside must not touch the bed...
These are basic operations for me.
However, I never expected that I still met my destined "nemesis".
Coming home from kindergarten, I reminded my son along the way:
There was a lot of germs outside, so the first thing we did when we got home was to wash our hands.
But when I took out the key to open the door, just now this little hairy head who had sworn in the elevator and said that he would wash his hands carefully, had already thrown off his shoes at this moment, and plunged into the sofa and began to roll.
Looking at his mud-stained shoes and dusty pants that occasionally fell out of a few lumps of dirt, I fell silent again.
Actually, my son not only came home without knowing how to wash his hands.
After going to the toilet, eating fried chicken, finishing a dirt fight... He doesn't wash his hands.
At most, reach out with both hands and rub back and forth on your pants.
Even if you don't wash your hands, what is even more devastating is that my son still has a traditional talent that he retains.
That is, picking the nose.
When he practices words, he has to cut it;
When you have eaten enough, you must cut it;
Watch Ultraman see the rise, but also a cut.
In short, if you are happy, you must also cut, and if you are unhappy, you must also cut.
After cutting, use two fingers to rub into a small ball, and then flick it gently.
How to say it?
If I am guilty, let the law punish me.
Instead of letting me wipe the floor, I picked up the suspicious brown dough again and again!
Raising a child is like raising a husky, and from then on I don't know what neatness is.
And I gradually understood in tears:
Families who have sons, don't ask for anything clean, hygienic, and orderly, and it's good to be able to live in.
When the mother wants to live, only selective blindness.
After meeting the son of the Miller
My procrastination was cured all at once
Before, I thought the most distant distance in the world was when I was sitting in front of my husband and he was playing with his phone.
After giving birth to a son, I learned that the farthest distance was actually from the son's bed to the bed.
My son always had a magical power:
Whether you are gently patting his arm and shouting at him "Baby, it's time to get up";
Still rushing in in a hurry and lifting his quilt, urging him to "get up again, you will be late."
He remained closed and motionless, as if dead.
It wasn't until you shouted his full name in a fit of rage that he slowly opened one eye and muttered in his mouth:
"Good mom, just let me sleep for another 5 minutes."
This leads to the fact that every morning, from the moment she opens her eyes, the old mother has to be busy cooking, waking up, dressing the baby, packing the school bag, looking for a red scarf...
Every action is eager to turn on the accelerator.
And the children?
Get up slowly, get dressed, brush your teeth, eat breakfast...
It's like driving at 0.5x speed.
It was hard to go out, but I found that my son had already tilted his head and was lying on the sofa again.
When the old mother sweated profusely and sent her son to school, she couldn't help but sigh deeply:
As a boy's mom, I have three tough fights to fight every day:
Get up in the morning, read after school, and go to sleep late at night.
But now, it's just over the first game.
Before mom, I was a bit procrastinatory;
After giving birth to a son, he was suddenly cured.
After all, the mother may not be a fast gunner, but the son is always grinding foreign workers.
Now, the most common thing I say to my son every day is "hurry up":
Get up quickly, eat faster, write your homework faster, sleep faster, and be sensible faster.
And my son's response to me is always "wait a minute":
Wait a minute, write it later, wait a minute and then say...
Insomnia dreams or something
Adopt a son to pack you never relapse
In the past, at night, I was most afraid that I would not be able to sleep.
The strange questions in his head jumped out one after another, one moment curled up his toes because of the troubles that had been out many years ago, and the next moment he remembered that he had not played well with people during the day and slammed the bed.
I counted over and over again that "less than seven hours", "I can sleep five hours, sleep fast", and "if I start sleeping now, there are still three hours" until it is light.
But now, the thing that bothers me the most has become", "What if my son still doesn't sleep?" ”
Before I always heard people say, the little boys are super long standby super strong endurance, charging for five minutes, bouncing all day.
When I become a mother, I want to say to them:
No, rumors stop at the wise.
For a five- or six-year-old boy, he can still be full of energy even if he doesn't recharge.
As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, it meant that he had turned on the machine, and from this moment on, he got up by jumping, walked by running, and ate by flying, like the perpetual motion machine that could not stop.
Either whining or jumping up and down.
One moment he punched me twice at the bookcase, and the next he called out to me passionately:
"Mom, let's fight!"
In order to keep me and the furniture together until retirement, my husband and I are ready to take him out to let the wind out.
The weather was nice, and my husband and I decided to take turns playing football with our son.
Just like that, an hour later, there were two more middle-aged people in the park with miserable faces and whimpering.
And the little boy next to them is still rampaged like a wild dog that has lost its reins.
I was wrong.
It wasn't about giving my son a blow, it was forcing myself to have a stroke.
At night, it took me a lot of effort to put my son on the bed.
At this moment, I was already dying, but he was still unsatisfied, staring at me with two eyes and asking me:
"Are you really going to sleep?"
"Is it okay to play the last 5 minutes again?"
"Mom, can you hug me?"
Oh boy.
Mom didn't want to hug, she just wanted to get a good night's sleep.
Then passive slackers
I can also be inspired by my son to go to work
Before I gave birth to my son, I was the last to go to work.
At that time, for me, sunny days were suitable for travel, rainy days were suitable for sleeping, how to look at this long time, there was no day suitable for work.
As soon as the alarm clock rings in the morning, more than 500 reasons for leave can appear in your mind.
Unexpectedly, when I had a son, my whole person changed.
I'm in the morning —"
I'm on my lunch break —"
Even if one second before the clock-out, I was told by the leader to work overtime, I was still like this -
What, you say I'm rolling up?
Oh, young man, I see that you just don't have a baby.
When you have a child, when you are a boy, you will naturally understand:
For boy mothers, going to work is a vacation, and it will explode with a baby.
Do you think that taking a baby is to cook for him, sleep with him, and fiddle with toys when you are bored?
In fact, when the moment the son opened his eyes, the horn of battle was blown.
On this day, you have to repeat it hundreds of times:
"Don't run around", "Sit well", "Be quiet", "Hurry up for me", "Don't call Mom";
To meditate on three meals a day, stare at the time he plays with his mobile phone and iPad, plays the role of a reader, plays a lifeguard, plays a diligent and studious parent to set an example for the baby;
You may also have to experience a series of work injuries such as being chased by Ultraman, played by his son, who is chased by his head, knocked to the ground by his son who suddenly accelerates, and is forced to walk for half an hour with his son in his arms.
When you go to work, you can still touch the fish and run to the toilet to pull with a salary.
In the days of the baby, your son is always spinning, jumping, and closing his eyes, and you can only chase after his ass, collapse, day after day.
Even if you sit on the toilet, there is a small face on the toilet door, calling you "Mommy Mommy" over and over against the crack in the door.
More importantly -
Don't give money!
Not a penny!
And ah, the day the work is still done, the mother is a year-round.
After doing so, my passion for work has increased!
Scholar Liang Shiqiu wrote in "Life Is Just Like This":
"Enjoy life without indulging, see through life without being negative."
No matter how impetuous the world is, try to maintain an elegance, tranquility and indifference. ”
Isn't that our middle-aged mother?
After fighting wits and courage with her son for all these years, the little fairy with the glass heart, the princess's disease, and the power of the unbound chicken has disappeared.
Instead, a middle-aged woman who, because she raised her son three times a day, eventually became unfazed, and could maintain peace and love even in the face of her son's endless moths.
In the beginning, I also broke down because of his sloppiness, grinding, and restlessness.
But unconsciously, when I looked up again, I was surprised to find:
The years are cold, and a thousand sails are passing by.
Not only is he alive, but he also has a strong, wise heart and humor that can make chickens fly and dog jump as a paragraph.
What's more, I really can't help it, we can still find the other half.
Let him bleed and buy us a real bag.
This time, saying anything can also "package" cure all diseases!
Agree with the old mother, please click "in the watch", forward to the circle of friends, laugh together and live
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