If you want to compete with your dad, you will always be the loser as a mom.

Our family\’s daily order after nightfall is a standard one-carrot-one-hole routine. After dinner, I will accompany Xiaopai alone to express my \”exclusive love\” for 40 minutes. Pai\’s father will go to play with the second sister Ningning for the 1030th time in the sand. Auntie will be responsible for organizing the Martian language with Lisa, the third child. Chat session. 40 minutes later, I had to use the slight shaking mode to turn off the Martian transmission signal of the third child and send her to sleep with difficulty. Then it was Ning Ning’s turn. After rolling on the bed a hundred thousand times with her, and stroking the kitten (her soothing object) ten million times, she finally closed her charming little eyes and was willing to be with this person forever. Say good night to the endless world. I was so busy that I was spinning myself out like a tire, and my dear teammate, Pai Pai\’s shoes, was supposed to change his duties and shine the gentle light of a loving father on Pai Pai while I was putting my two children to sleep. As a result, when I opened the door, I saw him concentrating on writing his big calligraphy in the living room! Big words! I don’t know how long I have been writing for, but I can’t see the body lying on the sofa scrolling through my phone with such a happy and contented look. After successfully capturing the Liangwa Bunker, I, the old mother, was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but I was so close that I didn\’t spit out a mouthful of blood and died heroically immediately. Oh, no, before sacrificing, I still want to ask the ultimate question, is it true that all the old mothers in the world who are working hard cannot see that their teammates are living more comfortably than themselves? ! Come on, come on, tell me the answer, tell me that I am not alone, so that I can let go of my narrow mind. This is really not the first time. For raising children, the activity of writing big characters is a way to be physically present and not mentally absent. Once, it was rare for the family to enter sleep mode early. Both children were drowsy, which reduced my sleep-inducing work by several levels. When Pai Dad saw that everything was quiet, he felt very good. But when I dragged my half-broken body out of the room and patted my dad, it was hard to find her. When I asked my aunt, she was surprised. Hey, he was here just now and I didn’t even see him go out! (Auntie, you are so good at acting…) I asked Xiaopai, Xiaopai pouted, hum, he must have secretly gone out to play alone! (Seeing the strong resentment on Xiao Pai’s head…) And my resentment is about to explode, okay! He quickly picked up his phone and made a soul-chasing call, only to realize that at this moment, he was actually on the treadmill in an empty studio, stirring up his soul with sweat. Hey, did you make a mistake? You just ran by while we were having dinner. (Because he skips dinner all year round, he often chooses this time to run.) But Pai’s father said plausibly on the phone: “I haven’t run enough, and as a senior running enthusiast, I’m here to experience the treadmill you chose this time. How\’s it going? Isn\’t it good?\” What I was most afraid of was that the air suddenly became quiet and I was pushed to the ceiling, speechless. An hour later, the refreshed man returned. But as soon as he entered the door and saw that Xiao Pai was still awake, he jumped up again as if he was struck by lightning and shouted loudly: \”It\’s so late, why are you not sleeping yet? What are you procrastinating about?!\” Oops, my dad, Have you forgotten that Xiaopai also needs to sleep with you to be able to sleep? If you don\’t take care of your baby, you go out to have fun, and when you come back, you accuse Xiaopai of not sleeping. Isn\’t that a disguised way of accusing me of not doing a good job of sleeping with you? The anger inside me isJumping up and down in the chest, eagerly looking for an outlet to erupt. In the midst of a family war, he suddenly lost his voice again. When I glanced over, I found that he had already entered the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes. Another mouthful of old blood spurted out, came out. If I don\’t give up, I cover my wound and catch up to him and ask, do you know I\’m angry? He must have answered with the most innocent expression in the world. I don\’t know. Aren\’t the two little kids asleep? I\’m covered in stinky sweat. Let\’s talk about it after I take a shower. Then, slam the door shut. At this moment, I really want to light a firecracker or something, throw it into the bathroom, and explode like a chicken. (Don’t ask me who is the chicken and who is the dog…) How can he be so calm and innocent, so at ease, so justified, enjoying his life as a man? I remember one time when we came back from discussing cooperation with a publishing house. It was getting late, and all I could think about was going home early to be with my third son. And he picked up a phone call casually, and his friend probably asked for an appointment on the other end of the phone. He laughed and said, \”Okay, okay, as long as you can organize the game, I will be available at any time.\” What? at any time? available? How could he, the father of three children, have any time? I wanted to smash his phone. But I know that I am just a master who just thinks without practicing. To me, life is like a Taoist temple, and there are countless opportunities to practice Taoism every day. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and the balance of the inner order cannot be disturbed. Sometimes, I feel like I\’ve been struck by lightning, shouting in my heart, why do I have to be a mother like this? Can I just let go and enjoy life, do whatever you love! I made a grand promise, today I must take a comfortable bath for half an hour and completely leave the third baby to my father! But as soon as I turned on the faucet, Ning Ning came to knock on the door… Can I not open the door? cannot. What is dad doing? Brush your phone. If you want to be as cool as your dad, as a mom, you will always be easy to defeat. Chatting with my well-informed aunt at home, I weakly asked her, am I demanding too much from my father? My aunt nodded vigorously, and in a slow and elder-like tone, she comforted me and said, \”Xiao Li, you must not hold a mother\’s standards to your father. The two roles have different natures and different divisions of labor. I\’ve been in so many families, and your dad has done a great job!\” Okay, now I completely understand that being a mother is down to genes. Every time when I am too tired to die, if my dad is not tired and dying with me, I will have a full sense of sacrifice. But in fact, this state of \”too tired to die\”, It\’s my old mother\’s choice. It’s not like the dad didn’t take the baby with him when he was photographed. He found a large number of photos of the baby to refute the rumors for himself. When he was working hard, why didn\’t he feel so unbalanced as I did? I remember that Huang Bo, who has a very high emotional intelligence, said something that impressed me deeply: Everyone is like a small leaf falling in the wind. It is their own choice whether to swing more wonderfully or more smoothly during the fall. But in the end they all fall to the ground. In other words, everyone who is a parent, a mother should take care of her baby first before taking care of herself, and a father should take care of himself before taking care of his baby. It is his own choice. As long as it is done with love, the baby will eventuallywill be raised. Although Dad Pai is so good at enjoying life, if he dares to say that he doesn\’t love his three children, he will open his eyes wide and jump up to fight me. He always said that he had to first take care of his own emotions, satisfy his own wishes, and fill his cup with water before he could deal with the noisy and trivial life of raising three children happily and with the brilliance of a loving father. Okay, I understand this, but why is it so difficult to be a mother?