Growing up with divorced parents definitely comes along with perks. Two birthday parties, two Thanksgivings, multiple family vacations... you name it, we received double. However, this lifestyle is not all roses and rainbows. Having more than one household and different household systematics can be a rocky ride, and no situation is free of struggles. To break this down further, we'll take a trip into the struggles of a kid growing up with divorced parents.
1. Having to haul all your stuff from one house to the other
Clothes, toothbrush, makeup, sports gear - all this packing for maybe a weekend or two. It's hard enough having to make certain that you have everything you need, but the physical act of having to get it into your room at a separate house...that's another story in itself. All us kids with divorced parents are still waiting for personal, transportable, moving walkways. It's almost 2018, where are they?!
2. Doing everything you dislike, twice.
As a child, I hated grocery shopping. I would grocery shop in my worst nightmares. Being unable to drive and unable to stay home by myself, I had no say in whether or not I joined my mother, and then my father, on their grocery shopping trips. Even if you were the select few who enjoyed grocery shopping... you couldn't have possibly liked to help clean the house. Speaking of that...
3. Having two rooms to clean.
For anyone under the age of 17 (or anyone of any age, really) the responsibility of cleaning your room can seem redundant- it's just going to get dirty again. Nonetheless, it must be done. With the privilege of having two rooms comes double the responsibility. Cleaning two rooms in the same week? THE AGONY.
4. Forgetting which parent you're with this weekend.
Accidents happen. No one is perfect.
5. Eating all the junk food at one house, and none at the other.
There was always the house filled with fruits, veggies and a lack of boxed goods. There was also always the house with a boatload of sugary cereals, gallons of ice cream and every pizza joints' number on speed dial. Let's just be honest here - we all know which house was mom's, and which was dad's...and we all know which was the favorite house to eat at.