Ahhhh (exhale)
The kids are in bed. The dog is walked. My husband is kissed and fed. The plants are watered. The bills are paid. The house is "straightened." The laundry is done. The coffee is set up for tomorrow.
F i n a l l y it's M(omm)y time. And it's 9:15.
If I act now I can have 2 hours of peace and quiet and perhaps a little fun. And by fun I mean dishing with the girls about who had it worse today.
Why does it help to know that your best friend or your sister or the lady on line in front of you at the grocer has had an equally stressful day? Why is there a certain calm I feel when i call my girlfriend whose kids are still up and I hear her screaming? Why are we compelled to reach out and share our moments of anguish and defeat in such a way as to say "beat that!"
For me, its therapy. All of the things that my husband does not want to hear when he walks in the door are the very reasons why I pick up the phone. Even if I don't get to vent, I get the temporary notion that I am not crazy. That's what this blog is for.
Of all of the women in my life, none of us is "best friends" with our mothers and most of us do not tell our husbands everything. But we can talk honestly and unencumbered about the issues we face on a daily basis with each other or the woman sitting next to us in the waiting room; be it kids, sex, bills, dinner, fashion, potty training, marriage, or an unbelievable deal we just got! Thats what this blog is for.
And since we're being honest, it is actually 3:43pm. It has taken me all day to write this amidst 2 screaming and neglected toddlers. My husband is out of town on business and the dishes are in the sink. Hey, sometimes you have to take time for yourself and THATS what this blog is for! But I can't wait for the sun to set, the wine to be opened and the kids to go to bed!!! (The Girls are coming over.) BEAT THAT!
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ReplyDeleteTell it Rache!
ReplyDeleteHere's my gripe for your blog: I love my son, but man, I still mourn the loss of my LBK (Life Before Kid[s]) I miss traveling with ease. I miss leaving the house with ease. I miss staying in bed all Sunday with bagels, coffee and the Times. I miss sleeping until noon. I miss having sex until noon. I miss not having to worry if I left a knife, a pen, a pan, my keys -anything that might be used as a weapon of destruction against someone or something on a low lying area (and the boy is tall so "low lying" had better be at least 48-50" high). I miss having a civilised lunch at a restaurant or better yet, at a bar...cocktails starting at noon and lets just see where things go from there. I hate having a mom haircut. I miss smoking. I want to pee BY MYSELF and not have to have a discussion about the fact that I'm doing it on the potty. I miss my body. I don't want these hips. I'm tired of yelling at someone that I can't just beat the snot out of or have arrested. I am tired of my own voice. There is nothing sexy about the scar from my c-section and it will never be "barely noticeable." I would like to go to a store without an arsenal of treats and the fear of running out or worse yet, that they won't work at all. I just want to say "FUCK" whenever I feel like it. Now I know someone can come along and tell me all the wonderful things about Life With Kid[s] and let me tell you, I am aware. I can go for days and days about the wonderful things and they far outweigh the things I miss and blah blah blah -but who gives a toss about all that glory? We're all experiencing it and that's why we're here, but just like the news, the juicy stuff is the shit we are without. Wow. I feel better. Maybe that was the 8th step of the mourning process. Thanks Rachel.
OMG!!! Thank GOD YOU ARE BLOGGING!!! This is the best thing you could do!! I miss your writing~ I miss our gripes~ our conversations without having to yell over mounds of kids~ I miss you too!! Can't wait to read everything!
ReplyDeleteLove you! <3 Alicia
Good stuff. Look forward to reading more. (even if I am...ghast!...only a dad)
ReplyDeleteJubey, thanks for taking the time to validate this article and make me feel less like a whiny house wife. i think these "12 steps" may take up to 18 years or a trip to Paris (whichever comes first) but i am with you girl! There oughtn't be goldfish in my coach bag - But alas....
ReplyDeleteMike, it is a pleasure to have your audience. (even if you are "only" a dad :)
ReplyDeleteAlicia, what can i say? you are always my number one supporter, as i am yours xoxox
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