I’m finished. I’m absolutely, unequivocally done.
I quit getting up from the table right after I’ve sat down. I quit folding my children’s laundry; they are old enough to handle that task themselves. If they want to stuff their clothes haphazardly into their drawers, that’s on them.
I quit searching for lost items. My 5-year-old can’t locate her stuffed unicorn or her cherished pink pen. My 9-year-old can’t find his tablet or his favorite book. Even my partner misplaces his sunglasses and keys. Guess who knows where everything is? Me. Guess who will no longer provide assistance in finding it? Me. Mwahaha!
I quit preparing snacks around the clock. Three meals a day for my insatiable kids is all they will receive from me now. They can make their own cheese and crackers if they’re hungry.
I quit being interrupted in the middle of the night for trivial matters. If a child has a nightmare, they can join us in bed, that’s understandable. But if I am awakened at 3 a.m. because someone can’t manage their covers, I might just lose it.
I quit over-scheduling my children. One extracurricular activity per child is the new standard. I require several quiet evenings each week without the rush to get out of the house. One or two outings per week is sufficient.
I quit repeating myself. If there’s one cookie left and I ask my child if they want it, and all I get is a distracted “Huh?” then I’m eating that cookie. Sorry, kid, but next time, pay attention.
I quit worrying about the chaotic state of my home. I recently picked up some freelance work, and instead of putting that money into the kids’ college fund, I’m hiring a cleaner. I enjoy a tidy home, but I don’t have the time to maintain it and I’m tired of stressing over it, so I quit!
I quit prioritizing everyone else’s needs above my own. From now on, I might choose to exercise instead of cooking dinner. Kids, you can find leftovers or ask your father to help out. He can cook, I promise. Additionally, I’ve scheduled appointments with a dermatologist and a therapist—things I’ve avoided for years out of fear they would interfere with family time or because I felt guilty about spending money on personal health care.
I quit feeling guilty about treating myself. For over a decade, I’ve been the person who always removes the item I want from my cart before checkout. No more martyrdom. Recently, I bought myself some expensive makeup that effectively covers age spots and fine lines, and I don’t regret it one bit.
I quit tolerating invasions of my personal space. I deserve to have some bodily autonomy. No more being a jungle gym for my kids, no more elbows to the ribs or headbutts. Hugs are the only exception to this new rule.
I’ve come to realize that playing the martyr has only undermined my ability to be present for my family. Instead of providing my best self, I’ve suppressed my own needs, leaving me stressed and irritable. No more of that. From now on, everyone—including me—will experience the calm, content, and fulfilled version of myself.
Because I quit.
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In summary, it’s time to prioritize self-care and establish boundaries in the chaotic world of parenting. By letting go of unnecessary responsibilities and focusing on personal well-being, parents can create a happier, more fulfilling environment for themselves and their families.
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