Mommy Wars.
August15
In order to know what other moms think, I tend to lurk on some “mommy blogs.” It helps me not to feel so alone in the SAHM world, considering most of my friends have big girl jobs and no kids. It’s a hotly debated subject, the stay at home moms vs. the working mothers, one that I don’t have much to say about. Both are hard, and usually I relish that I have no hard deadlines and bosses that I can ignore if I need to.
Today, however, I want nothing more than to take a sick day. I want to pull the covers up over my head and take the rest of the day off. I want to be responsible for nothing and no one. Alas, I cannot as I have no backup.
I’ll keep on truckin’ as I always do, and tomorrow will be a brighter day, I just know it.
I think a sick day would be nice. However, I don’t get those either: I may not have kids, but I’m entirely responsible for my household of one, and if I’m at home–even if I’m at home with a fever–I have absolutely no one to come over and care for me. And if I didn’t grocery shop that week because I didn’t feel up to it? That’s it for me.
I totally get the work vs. no work debate–and that’s cool, whatever you want to do (I personally could never be at home, but I’m also the breadwinner in my relationship)–but us single folk don’t have back ups either. Sorry, dude. The grass isn’t greener.
Oh, I never claimed it was. I was actually just harkening back to the days of high school when I both could take a sick day and effectively shirk my responsibilities.
Being old sucks, duder.
Dude Chris, are we going to get in a “whose life is harder” pissing match? Because I totally worked 3 hours yesterday and then watched “Instant Beauty Pageant” on the style network.
Babies and jobs are nothing compared with the horror of daytime tv.
See, yeah, what I meant to say is that I am SICK TO DEATH of having to hoist the bon bons and truffles TO MY OWN FUCKING MOUTH. Why oh why can’t I have someone else do it for me?
I mean, I taught Ben to do it for me, but he has a hard time fanning me with large ficus branches WHILE putting bon bons in my yap. He keeps crying about having small hands, but I’m not buying it.
Uh, Chris, do you have a child tucked somewhere that we don’t know about? The debate wasn’t between singles and stay-at-home moms, it was between working moms and stay at home moms.
Singles’ lives are just SO much harder than moms’ lives, there’s just no comparison. I mean, seriously, who would debate that?
You just have no idea how difficult it is to be me, ok? YOU JUST DON’T KNOW.
No, hey, thanks, Sarcasm Brigade, but I totally get it: kids = shit ton of work, but if we were going to touch on a “whose grass is greener” debate, I am simply pointing out that there’s dogshit in everyone’s grass.
Except for Lindsay Lohan, who just has crabs in her grass.
There’s definitely dogshit in MY grass — Cash just came back in from a stupendous dump-a-roo.
Dave, I thought that we’d agreed to call it “shadoobies” from now on ;).