Just a night after posting about my ability to parent blissfully, and only moments ago, I told Kevin:
Me: We are the worst parents in Kalamazoo. We are lazy. We'd love it if the kids made their own food, entertained themselves, and tucked themselves into bed by 9:00. The difference between you and I is that I KNOW this about us. You don't seem to realize how lazy you are. I do. And when I do I work to change it. And even when I don't want to work to change it I do, because the kids obviously CAN'T feed themselves, and would never tuck themselves into bed. So, start helping me out by realizing how crappy a job we would be doing if we COULD.
Kevin: (no comment. just stared at me)
So, the truth is I do believe all of that stuff I posted yesterday, and I really do my best to live it. BUT I don't do a "perfect job". And I certainly have not attained blissful wifery yet. I am working on that too. I am sure Kevin is NOT working on attaining blissful husbandry. He already seems to be accepting of all of my stuff. More than I am of his.
I think the biggest hurdle is that he works and I stay home. So, when does my time "on the job" end? Only when I schedule time outside the house. Which I do often. I have a pretty active social life because otherwise Kevin would work, hunt, or I'd watch him sit and watch cartoons with a basket of laundry next to him that remains unfolded. I have to get out of the house to have time for me - without Things To Do staring me in the face.
If you haven't concluded yet - this evening was not blissful. And again, all because of my expectations. BLEH! But I'll get over it and go back to being grateful - tomorrow.....
2 comments:
Oh honey, thank you for your post. I couldn't relate to the blissfulness of yesterday's post. This one I can...
I agree that there isn't a time to 'punch out' when you're the Mom, is there? Its outrageous. I find myself feeling like you are tonight, a lot. I like to think its as a result of being worked to death, all the time...
Just this morning, I picked up dirty underwear off the floor, and made the bed, muttering about how I had already been awake since 5, when I started laundry, made lunch, ironed school uniform, and somehow showered myself and made coffee... I shoved a Pop Tart at my Kiddo and off to school. Only to come home and have to pick up underwear and make the bed... then, do the dishes in the sink, and put away the toothpaste, pick up dog hair (why do dogs SHED in WINTER?) and a zillion other odds and ends that the two OTHER people could help out with, but choose not to... Then I started working on my stuff, ranch stuff, and paying bills, returning phone calls, and whatever else a household needs. I kept at all of this until 6:40 now, when I realize that I forgot my own breakfast, my own lunch, and even though I showered, I never so much as styled my hair and I look the same as I did when I rolled out of bed this morning!! Now its almost 7pm and they're going to start squacking soon for dinner, when I'll get stuck doing dishes and then spend hours laundering Tball uniforms for tomorrow and uploading 10 zillion horses to the website...
I call it Belgian Work Horse Syndrome. We are Superwomen, can do it all... but I'd rather just drink a bottle of wine and call it a night.
Sorry for rambling on your blog! Should have posted it to my own!
Good for you! Glad to hear I'm not the only one who tends toward laziness.
The one thing I hate the most is the constant tidying. If that one thing was always done, if the house itself was always clean, I feel like I could keep on top of EVERYTHING else. Like, laundry and dishes and cooking and parenting. Man, it's a tall order this mothering thing....
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