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.
|Motherhood. A stinky, difficult, exhausting, face-squashing good time.|
|Ever feel like this?|
|Motherhood = L❤ve|
|mom, mom, mom, mom, mom ... |
|Mom is eating Therefore I am hungry.|