Weekend-morning duty. My side of the bed is closest to the door, and while I love waking up to that pitter-patter, I wish it came much later than 6 A.M.
Can I give up the hours between 4 P.M. and 7 P.M.? Like clockwork, my children go insane, crying about everything under the sun—their home-work, someone looking at them, a kid who took their crayon, or others breathing in their vicinity. The only solution seems to be sleep—preferably for me.
Staten Island, New York
Helping out with homework. It’s still boring, even when you’re a grown-up.
This is awful, but I can’t stand playing—especially playing on the playground and assembling toys. I’ll bathe, feed, and nurture my kids, volunteer in their classrooms, drive to the store, and read dozens of books at bedtime. But playing? It’s torture.
Falls Church, Virginia
Without question, bath time. My three little ones (ages six and under) put up a fight about getting their hair washed. And when that’s finally done, they refuse to get out of the water. One day, when they’ve grown up, I might just miss this daily battle. But that day is definitely not today.
Thanks to doctors’ appointments, piano lessons, gymnastics classes, and other commitments, I spend two hours every day chauffeuring my kids. I would love a reprieve from my time behind the wheel.
Disciplining is never fun. It makes my life and my kids’ lives miserable, and it’s always evolving, depending on the kid and the age.
Getting my kids to brush their teeth correctly. I wish I could hire someone to supervise.
Carrboro, North Carolina
Stirring natural peanut butter. Our family goes through at least a jar a week, and I always end up covered with oil.
Brooklyn, New York