{"id":1754,"date":"2006-02-24T11:12:09","date_gmt":"2006-02-24T16:12:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/?p=1754"},"modified":"2006-02-24T11:12:09","modified_gmt":"2006-02-24T16:12:09","slug":"dinkas-no-super","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/2006\/02\/dinkas-no-super\/","title":{"rendered":"Dinka’s No Supermom<\/a>"},"content":{"rendered":"

Why is it so hard to admit you are having a hard time raising kids 24\/7? Because it means you probably don’t love your children. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

A year ago, I had a really nasty bout of postpartum depression.The most common remark I got was “well, it was your choice to have 5 children…”
\nRecently, my grandmother told me how she said to my father “even your daughter is smart, I don’t why she didn’t finish college, but she is actually kind of smart, believe it or not…” I am not sure the purpose of her remarks.
\nIf I went to these family members who made these remarks while I was in let’s say medical school instead of being a SAHM, and mentioned “Oh yes, school is good, it is difficult, but going well…” which I could see saying about my life as a SAHM, I would get tons of sympathy, and praise for doing the right thing.
\nNot so with being SAHM. Why on earth would I mention I had a rough day when all I get is laundry list of how having 5 kids is about the dumbest thing I could do?
\nI am digressing to my usual whining about my family’s foolishness. But I don’t think I am alone in this sort of pressure form family and peers. All of my energy is exhausted on justifying my choices, and none is left for simple admissions of “I had a bad day,” without feeling like an utter failure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Why is it so hard to admit you are having a hard time raising kids 24\/7? Because it means you probably don’t love your children. A year ago, I had a really nasty bout of postpartum depression.The most common remark I got was “well, it was your choice to have 5 children…” Recently, my grandmother… Continue reading Dinka’s No Supermom<\/a><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-around-st-blogs","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1754"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1754\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moss-place.stblogs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}