With all due respect, I just have to chuckle at those who have one or two babies/toddlers, and even those whose babies aren't born yet, who doubt the physical and mental nature of parenting.
Sure, a construction job may be more physically demanding than being a mom, but for the most part, those who work construction are physically conditioned to doing that job. Oftentimes moms are expected to do things that they aren't physically conditioned for doing - like carrying a dead-weight sleeping 4-y/o from the car to bed after arriving home late into the evening. Carrying a diaper bag, carrier with baby, and 4 bags of groceries into the car at the same time because baby is screaming and the food will thaw if not put into the freezer right away. Carrying two young kids to the car, both kicking and screaming because they refuse to leave the park gracefully.
And how about the actual pregnancy and childbirth itself? You think many construction workers would trade their job for
that?
Furthermore, the amount of multitasking that we moms are expected to do, especially as our children become older and/or more numerous is truly outside the scope of most professions I'm aware of. I mean, how many people at work have to try to console a crying baby, stir the dinner, answer a toddler's incessant "whys," respond to hubby's text message, and set the table all at the same time?
And how many construction workers are expected to do their jobs in chronic sleep-deprivation mode? Most of us moms spend a good chunk of years operating in this state, especially if we have multiple children.
As far as mentally, yes college final week is definitely mentally taxing (I've been there), but at least it's temporary. It doesn't hold a candle to having to explain the mysteries of the universe to a curious 4-year-old, helping a 16-year-old with their high school algebra when it's been nearly two decades since you had to use any of that stuff, and trying to convince your 10-year-old daughter that her best friend doesn't hate her just because she talked to a different girl at school that day. The mental taxation of parenting starts when they are born and you are trying to interpret each little fuss and doesn't end even when they graduate from high school and you're trying to help them plan their futures.
You'll see. For those of you who are just starting on this journey... you've only just begun to learn how this amazing and rewarding "job" called parenthood will test everything that is in you... for better or worse.