Man I love my friends. I swear I could blog for 14 years and have new material every single day never once mentioning anything about my own life. And the BEST part is that they are fantastic sports and let me blog about them! Sort of. Well, not really. But they do forgive me, because they love me unconditionally. Until they stop I guess.
For protection for my friend, I won't name her today. But her story is like everyone else's really so it's not as though this will out her. Or maybe it will.
Ever have those moments when your hair is half wet, the dog pees on the carpet, the kids won't get dressed (or are half dressed), the phone is ringing and you only have 5 minutes to get the kids out the door to their morning destination? Oh EVERY morning, you say? Yep, me too. So I guess this blog really could be about me!
And the one common denominator? Your hubs is asleep upstairs because HIS alarm didn't go off yet to remind him that he needed to get ready for work. His only duty for the morning.
Girls ~ I hear this NON-STOP. We are "doing it all". What the hell? How exactly did we get here? Why do we think we have to be Superwoman?
We are all worn out. No wonder we go to work with two different colored shoes on. No wonder we forgot to put mascara on one eye. No wonder the dog peed on the floor. We are overscheduled, overbooked and overworked. Oh, and this is all before we even go to our OTHER jobs (for those of us working mom's). No SAH mom's - don't freakin' attack me. I know you work, too! You just can't get fired at your job for not coming in on time like we can.
So we wait. We bottle it all up for days and days... sometimes weeks or months. We hold out as long as we humanly can.
Until we can't. And then we BLOW. Massive explosion, serious throwdown. Tantrums, screaming at our hubs to get off their asses and help us. Because we just can't take it anymore.
And then we are calm again.
No wonder we are often compared to Linda Blair. Come on girls, we are SO better than this!
So what's it gonna take? To do lists for the hubs and kids? Sister wives? How in the world can we stop the insanity and get a god damn break?
We can't. It's the life we chose when we procreated. And signed up for a job. And got married.
If anyone has delicious ideas on how we can co-exist better with all this insanity, I'd love to hear it. Especially my "older" readers that have somehow survived this mess!
Happy Wednesday, friends!