What is it they say? There's nothing new under the sun. Or the blogosphere, apparently. Guess I need to up my game, peeps. If only I could skip the dishes, the laundry, the ironing, the vacuuming, the making of sustenance for the hubby, cleaning out the fridge. Then, just maybe, I could actually do some of the things on my mile-long craft list. Fun things. Things that don't require me to smell one-month old tuna that was left in the back of the fridge by *ahem* the only other person in the house who eats solid food. Yes, friends, my kitchen now smells like Sea World. And may for the rest of eternity.
You know what I need? A maid. And a cook. And a million dollars. That would solve everything.
And yet, I really don't think hiring people would change much. As a mommy, I'll fear I'll never be able to stop picking up dirty socks and wiping snotty noses and dusting (and re-dusting all that confounded electrical equipment my husband deems necessary). Heck, if I had a maid, I would probably end up cleaning anyway. Maybe it's some kind of disease. Housekeepy-itis. Or the Responsibility Virus. Or maybe it's just in my nature to cook and clean and care and nurture. Sometimes, that trait really pisses me off. I want to be selfish. I want to forget about it all. I don't want to care about whether my husband eats dinner or my baby has clean cloths.
Motherhood. It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.
I wouldn't change it for the world.
Caiti
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Motherhood. A stinky, difficult, exhausting, face-squashing good time. |
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Ever feel like this? |
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Motherhood = L❤ve |
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mom, mom, mom, mom, mom ... WHAT? whatcha doin'? |
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Mom is eating Therefore I am hungry. |
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