I love my kids. I love my husband. I love my dogs. I even love my tiny little house (in spite of the fact that our kitchen project is about to enter the 5th week, with no end in sight: See "OK, the wall is gone. Now what?" if you want more info. on that particular debacle.) But, I'm done. Today, I'm done. I am tired of feeling like a housekeeper/cook/cleaner/laundress every second of the day that I'm not at my other job. I feel sucked dry and under-appreciated, and I'm, honestly, just done with the whole thing. Now, I actually can't really be "done", because John is working, like he does every Saturday, which means I'm still the Parent-In-Charge. (When is the Mommy not the Parent-In-Charge, really?) I don't have family in town who can come and bail me out for a break, and my girlfriends spend Saturdays with their hubbies and significant others, so it's just me. SIGH. Anyway, I can't just shrug off the yoke of Motherhood today and do nothing. I still have to actually take care of the little guys. However, I plan on staying in my pajamas all day. Yes, all day. I will take my boys to the playground if it ever stops raining, but I'm keeping the pj's on. I'll put a sweatshirt over the top, but I'm not. taking. the. pajamas. off. Not today! And laundry? Oh yes, I have laundry coming out of my ears. Not gonna do it. Nope. I am declaring today a laundry-free day. After all, it'll still be there tomorrow. (And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that...) As for feeding my children....Of course I'm still going to feed them, but we're having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, which they are going to help me make, and we're having frozen waffles and applesauce for dinner. I'm not going to defrost anything, cook anything, slave over anything. And, I'm not doing the dishes. I'll stack them neatly in the sink, but they're not getting washed. Not by me. Not today. And, what, you may ask, are my kids doing while I'm blogging right now? Watching TV. And they just might do that a lot today. 'Cuz Mommy's on strike. So there!
Cheers!
I'm with you on that one! I'm going on strike too! Another round of frozen waffles!
ReplyDeleteGOOD FOR YOU!! Perhaps instead of (or in addition too) a Mommy Strike day.
ReplyDeleteI hope you had a good day "off." Sometimes we all need days like that, that's for sure. Actually, I love your idea of having the kids help with the pb&j sandwiches. We eat them a lot around here and I've never thought to have the kids help me make them. I'm sure they will think it's a riot. Thanks for the idea, maybe we'll try it tomorrow.
ReplyDeletei go on strike on a weekly basis. if i didn't how would i ever have time to blog?
ReplyDeleteTag, you're it! Stop by and see!
ReplyDeleteSo glad I'm not the only one who goes on strike every now and then.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Srtike sounds lovely. I'm in.
ReplyDeleteI wanted them to sing Beth, but they didnt....I kept waiting but nope!