I am sitting here in a rare moment of solitude. My child is being entertained by an ipad and The Backyardigans (no, I am not proud of this). My husband is golfing. The dinner dishes are in the dishwasher and the kitchen has been cleaned. In a brief moment between loads of laundry, I sit typing this post.
Husbands, close your ears. Move on, Hit that little red x in the upper right corner.
You don’t want to hear this.
I am tired.
I am so tired.
I work all day too.
I am the cruise director of this house. I plan the meals. I cook the meals. Hell, I buy the food FOR the meals. I make sure the wheels are greased.
And I am tired.
I am the taxi, the nurse, the caregiver, the bather, the scheduler, the appointment maker, the soother, the end all be all of our four year old’s world.
And you, are golfing.
Now before you get your pitchforks and torches all lit up, I consented to the golfing thing. And I’m not complaining about it. All I’m getting at is this…
I hold down the fort so everyone else can enjoy a moment or two of selfish delights.
Who holds the fort down for me?
Before you suggest marriage counseling or that my husband is not a nice guy, I guess I should say that I haven’t painted a complete picture.
My other half helps. When asked. What is lacking is the initiative to help.
The best line from the movie “The Break Up” is when Jen Aniston told Vince Vaughn “I WANT you to WANT to do the dishes”… to which he replied.. who ‘wants’ to do the dishes?
I do a lot of things I don’t want to do, but I do them for the greater good. I can’t go on strike or give up because if I did, my house would fall apart and my child would suffer and ultimately, I’d be making more work for myself in the long run.
I don’t need a day off. I don’t need a maid. I don’t need a new husband.
I need someone who wants to participate for the greater good, not because the ‘warden’ has given a directive.
I don’t think asking someone to unload a dishwasher should put me in the same playing field as Joan Crawford yelling about NO WIRE HANGERS.
This mama is tired. And now it’s time to fold the laundry.