In the holiday spirit I will attempt at a blogging transformation, even if slight or temporary. Because let’s face it, I am censorious and a world-class whiner. I tend to have more to write about when it’s something negative or when I am crying from inside a blazing pit of stress and tribulations. When things are good, I can’t seem to come up with words. I choke from the optimism.
Today, I sat down by the computer, which strangely I have not spent much time on over the past week, and decided a new post was due. This time there would be no complaining about anything, not even about the stupid dog who’s obsessed with peeing on my door every morning leaving an everlasting, lingering stench. It is the holiday season and it is a time to set all the chaotic gift buying down to the side and remember what we have to be grateful for. Read the rest of this entry
Is Coming Home.
It is truly the most arduous endeavor after a tranquilizing weekend of sheer bliss.
I feel like a mom should never say things such as this, but I did not miss my children at all. I guess I deserve to be blacklisted. Either way, I was quite satisfied not hearing the midnight cries and did not long for the tugs and belly jumping in mornings when I need my sleep most. I can see missing them long-term perhaps, however, this vacation was nice without it all. When I got home, at least two of the kids were excited to see me. We count our blessings.
Their beautiful little faces had me enthralled for the first half hour. Read the rest of this entry
I am all for equal rights to men and women and I believe women should work and need to work. We can do their role, however, I am pretty sure they can not do ours. I have heard it countless times too many. “I can be a stay at home mom and I would be perfect at the job. I even believe the house would run much smoother than when you do it. Why don’t you go to work instead of me.” These are the words of the naive and ignorant men.
Some days I just want to write a list of all the things I did in the house so someone, even if it has to be me, would notice. Sometimes I just want to make special billboards for myself congratulating myself for being the most exceptional mom and housewife. But I don’t. So we remain quiet and we allow the men to keep believing that we do nothing at all.
I love how they honestly believe that they would do a better job. The only person I would never allow to switch roles is my husband. He may be right. Him out of all the men out there may, to my annoyance, can do a better job than me. And that is why I will never let it happen. I would rather work and hire a sitter and not tell him so that he continues working and believing that I am at home being awesome.
You mean to tell me that men would actually sweep behind couches, under beds, and in the corners of the ceiling. Oh right. Why do you have to do things like that. No one is inspecting the corners… Read the rest of this entry