Rolling into March and it feels just like that, I haven’t stopped marching. To Johns orders, kids orders, the house’s orders and the list goes on. Some times I would love for the music to stop for one minute of peace and quiet or at least run to the mall and watch a movie all by myself. Heaven forbid. No one ever quite prepares you for the totality of motherhood. (Or wifehood for that matter). I saw a funny thing the other day, one of these posters comparing wife going to bed and husband going to bed. On one side is the headline ‘wife going to bed’ and underneath it a list of about a dozen things she does before actually – Going. To. Bed. On the other side was ‘husband goes to bed’ and underneath it reads; husband goes to bed. It’s supposed to be funny and poking at the situation but in actual fact it made me quite depressed. Because it’s true. And no one ever acknowledges it other than in a lighthearted type joking manner.
So; “Heaven forbid one morning I wake up in a mood after being woken up seven times from a teething ten month old, or having a terrible night sleep for about four years in a row with a toddlers knees poking you in the back. Forget about taking a sleeping tablet just in case the kids need me and I don’t hear them. (Could there be anything worse?) So I am very sorry if I didn’t make you your fried eggs before sending you out the door in a cloud of love and devotion to go and play golf for the rest of the day. ”
And as you can tell I’m a little on edge. It’s amazing how many times we can find ourselves here. And yet us women have the amazing capacity so save ourselves. Over and over again. Where this inhuman strength comes from only the Lord knows, but what I do know is that countries should be run by women, and not men. Corporations and banks should be run by women and not men. In fact men really should just step aside and let women take over. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying we are perfect. But forgive me if I’m wrong but I don’t see women bombing the cr*p out of each other. Or hurting or kidnapping children. And as much as I love my darling spouse and this is not a rant on men everywhere, there are those occasional mornings where if I don’t do something constructive, like write a blog. I may just go and dump the golf clubs in the lake.
Happy Sunday y’all. 🙂