(this letter was written to and responded to by another writer and due to copy write laws I can not re-post =( but this is addressing to a couple emails I have received personally. Emails that ask what I do with my time and them casting judgment on me personally for complaining to much on my blog. I am sorry if I complain but.......You are seeing the true side of motherhood here and I assure you I am not complaining about being a mother. I am tired but love my boys. I do not sit around all day drinking tea and eating bon bons. Being a Mom is hard work.)

I just got done helping my youngest child learn how to jump. (A skill that scares me to death for his safety but also delights me that he reached a milestone.) Then I came to my computer and read this letter that asked why mothers don't have time for their kidless friends. I was fuming.

What do we do? We keep a constant eye on them to insure safety. We Keep our house from not being rearranged with constant toys spread from one end to the other. In addition to keeping our walls from not becoming a toddlers work of art and all while we continue to keep them clean, fed and feeling loved. Why is this a question? Why is being a mother such an invisible job?

You will not believe how much negative emails I have gotten from just writing in Cape May County about what I was complaining about? Maybe it is not complaining, maybe it is venting because we will loose our mind from one of the monotonous, but blessed, job out there.

Only a selfish person that is having trouble coming to terms with her friend moving up in her life to include bigger and better things like motherhood would write this type of letter. Any search on line would have given her the answer she was having trouble seeing. All of the thousands of motherhood blogs out there that answer her question and she couldn't even take the time to read one of them. This non-mother just did not get it.

I am sure it took everything in my to dignify a response. Argghhhhhh why don't people understand that being a Mother is, by far, one of the most hardest jobs out there.

Arghhhhhh!! It's a good thing that what other people say could not matter the least to me and only what my children and husband think of me counts.