We all have that one thing that seems to test our patience no matter what. That one thing that drives you batshit crazy to the point of wanting to give up.
I’m going to relate my one thing to parenting. My youngest child Daisy has tested my every fiber of my being. Let’s go back to the beginning.
We found out that we were expecting in May of 2016. It was unexpected to us because we certainly weren’t expecting to have any more kids. I repeat - WE WERE DONE HAVING KIDS. It’s on me. I was supposed to have a vasectomy but I was too chicken to get it done. Imagine that. My wife gives natural birth to four kids and my ass is too chicken to get snipped. That just goes to show you that men aren’t as strong and powerful as they’d like to think they are.
So because I was a chicken and wanted to play “Russian Roulette” in the bedroom, we ended up expecting.
Needless to say after she was born, I got snipped a few months later without hesitation. So with Daisy being out last child, I was hoping she’d be an easy baby. You know, the kind of baby that’s all smiles and hardly cries. The kind of baby that gets at least five hours of sleep at six months of age without waking up. The kind of baby that’s not a cling-on.
Um… yea, no. We got the opposite of ALL OF THAT.
Daisy has to be the hardest child we’ve raised. Extremely colicky, cries like she’s dying (I call this Dying Baby), never sleeps, everything is a battle, constantly into things… the list goes on forever.
Having a child like Daisy while I pursue this entrepreneurial journey is like walking through Hell with no water in sight with all of your worst nightmares coming true.
YES. IT’S THAT BAD.
I truly understand why most people quit. They’re mentally not ready to continue even when they feel completely insane. They want to feel normal and be sane so they retreat to what’s comfortable. They don’t want to deal with obstacles because something added onto their already full plate makes them completely lose their mind.
Daisy has tested every part of my mental capacity. Many times I’ve woken up after an hour of sleep at night hearing crying and thinking to myself, why the fuck won’t she just sleep. Many times I’ve sat down to only get up ten seconds later to take something out of her hand because she’s found a Leggo on the floor. Many times I’ve said to myself, why have I done this to myself? Why didn’t I just go for it years ago. I’ve said those words in extreme agony and pain after three hours of sleep and Daisy crying for no reason. I’ve had days of delirium when I’ve committed to going LIVE on social media at 9am and I’m dreading doing it because I’m exhausted.
Many many many times I’ve questioned, why did I do this to myself. Why i