Relaxing weekends just don't happen...

Monday, November 8, 2010

You would think after more than ten years of having children as a part of my life I would be used to the fact that a relaxing weekend just does not happen.  This weekend started with laundry and ended this morning when I filled the crockpot for tonight's dinner.

Oh sure, you get to lay there comatose for two minutes or so every ten hours, but really you never let go of that little ball of tension - right there - you know, between your shoulders. 

Women carry the weight of the world.

"Working Woman" is a total farce of a phrase.  If you see a woman anywhere, she is working. 

If she is at the park she is wondering when is the last time little Suzy went potty, oh and Jeffery needs a haircut.  Where did I put that coupon for Great Clips?

If she is at the grocery store she is already planning the meals out for the next week while keeping an eye on her "Future Customer" ramming the mini-shopping cart into the displays.

When she is at coffee with girlfriends or trying to relax with any other form of "me" time?  She is wondering how she and her husband are possibly going to afford XYZ. 

All this while her freshly washed kitchen floor is getting chocolate sauce dripped on it that just won't get wiped up until she arrives home.

And if she is single?  Woah - she has a job too.  Be perfect.  Because single gals are supposed to "have it all" you know.  Double that if she is married and has no kids.  Why OBVIOUSLY that means her life is "perfect".

It all sucks.

But if we weren't women how else would we be able to enjoy little things.

Like hearing how our daughter is "helping teach" the other little kids at daycare about shapes when they are playing play-doh. 

Come home to dinner made by a proud husband/boyfriend/roomate.

Have a friend bring over a bottle of wine "just" when you need it most?

Without all the bad - boring - awful - tear jerking times...we would not get all the small (or big if you are lucky) joyful, blissful moments. 

Almost every morning getting my daughter out of bed and dressed is a struggle. 

What to eat, if she eats.  What to wear, or if she even wants to get dressed "just yet".  Don't get me started on brushing hair...

But every time it is fine. 
Because when I buckle her into the booster seat she looks at me and gives me a smooch and a "Love you Mama."   Or I get a big theatrical blown kiss out the front window of daycare. 
And not one struggle matters.

well...maybe the hair brushing.


KristinFilut said...

It would seem as though we are in perpetual motion, that's for sure!

Anonymous said...

sounds need a vacation:)

sara said...

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Anonymous said...

Just saw this on Twitter - beautifully said!

CoconutPalmDesigns said...

Great post. The big high for me is early in the morning when I crack open an eye and my little guy leans over and gives me a morning kiss. (Cause he's almost always up before I am.)

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Town and Country House said...

Yes, you said it--especially the hair brushing, and my daughter is in 6th grade!

AiringMyLaundry said...

You definately could use a vacation.

Unknown said...

yes, you need a vacation. and i hate hair brushing over here w/ my two girls. it's a battle every time!

sprinkles said...

Thank you for acknowleding that us single women work too!

I don't know how many times I've heard people say something to the effect of:

"I would love to be single. I'd have so much more money. I'd have time to do whatever I want. My life would be stress free!"

Yeah, not so much...

Trac~ said...

boy, sounds like you live in the same world I do! LOL And when those little (or big teen arms in my case) come hug my neck and say I love you mama - it makes it all worth it! :)

jayayceeblog said...

You are so right ... we can't enjoy the ups if we don't have the downs. Your descriptions are dead on!

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