Mom Vs. Dad

Why is it that when Mom goes to the store to pick something up really quick, like a gallon of milk, soda, bread, whatever it is, before heading out the door she will always say "Honey, can you watch the kids while I run to the store?" But, when Dad runs to the store- he doesn't ask us, the Moms, to watch the kids. Why is that? Why do we as the Moms feel the need to ask the Dads to watch their OWN kids for a minute? It's so ridiculous. It's bad enough that we can't piss, shit or shower alone but now we're asking you to babysit your own child/children while we run out for just a couple minutes? Un-freakin-believable. And then, on top of that, I learn that it's now OK for the Dad to go out with friends after work, because he's the one working and paying the bills, he needs a time-out with his friends. I completely agree. But when is it our turn? I know I would certainly love some free time away from the kids. Who's game? Where do I sign up? Seriously. Let's do this! If Dad can go out and play, why can't Mom? Oh, wait, that's right. Because she always has a child up her ass. Literally. No wonder we are always being called a "bitch" I would be willing to put the whole paycheck that I don't receive for babysitting our kids on the fact that you would be called a "bitch" if you had a kid stuck up your rear-end all day and night too. I'm just sayin'. 

Girlfriend, Girlfriend!

Are you my friend? Am I your friend? What does being someones friend mean? Being someones friend is a big deal because that means they trust you enough to really let you in so that you can see who they truely are. I believe everyone has atleast one best friend. That one person that you can truely be yourself around and not feel like your every move is being studied or judged. Some people are lucky enough to have multiple best friends. My best friend Jessica and I have been friends for 20 years. That's a long freaking time! I couldn't imagine her not being a part of my life though. But what happens when your best friend starts letting you down? That's the ugly part of friendship that no one wants to talk about. I lost one of my best friends because of a choice that I made, and I kinda sorta ended another friendship recently with someone who had been my friend for over 20 years, but that wasn't because of something I did, it was something she did. Without getting into the details, my point is that sometimes things happen and you loose your friend, or your best friend. What then? Does life go on? Duh! Of course it does! But what happens when you don't loose your friend they just keep letting you down over and over and you aren't sure what you should do? Well, in my opinion, if your best friend is constantly letting you down, hurting your feelings, or whatever it may be, I think it is best to talk about it with this friend. I mean, you are friends right? So this should be like one of the most simpliest  things to do. "You know, Jane, it really hurts me that everytime we make plans to get together and do something, you cancel on me at the last minute with some bullshit excuse." See? That wasn't so hard, was it? But what if you don't want to have this little "talk" with your bestie? You would prefer to sit there with your mouth shut and act like everything is all peachy keen when really you are hurting on the inside. Whatever.  To each his (or her) own, I always say. You think it's ok to sit quietly because you don't want this friend to start hanging out with you again out of pity, which is a possibility I suppose. So it's kind of a tough call I guess. But I think that if you are truely friends with someone that you should be able to talk to them about everything, good or bad. Some friendships are worth "fighting" for. 

(And for the record, I don't have a friend by the name of Jane, incase you were wondering. And no, Jessica hasn't pissed me off, lol)

Pucker up Buttercup

One sure fire way to piss off a stay at home mother is to act like her "job" isn't important and what she does doesn't matter because she doesn't bring home a paycheck. Seriously? Being a stay at home mom is not a walk in the park, sure you don't really have to get dressed if you don't want to and you don't have to report to an office or punch a timecard. But that doesn't give someone the right to belittle someone because they don't get paid for their services.

Lets see, for me, a typical day starts at 6:00am and ends usually around 10:00pm. In between there, I'm getting kids up and ready for school, taking them to school and then coming home to clean house and take care of the toddler who isn't in school. Then, it's lunchtime and naptime. After that, we're off to the school to pick up one daughter, then not even an hour later we're off again to pick up the other one. Then we have homework, dinnertime and bathtime. Then there's alittle bit of time to relax and settle down for the night before doing it all over again the very next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. And lets not forget to figure in trips to the store and errands that need to be taken care of, because, lets face it - Mom is the only one who can and will do it. Also, there is "the list" of things to do or things that need to be done that is always in the back of my mind, you know the one telling you not to forget the milk again at the store, wondering if you forgot to pay a certain bill, what's for dinner?, what's for breakfast?, Hell, anything for lunch? It's a never-ending list of reminders. And it never goes away. I carry so much weight on me everyday all day, that it's amazing I can stand up, which I do ALL DAY LONG typically because if I sit down someone is going to ask me to get up and do something or get something or something period AND if they don't and I actually get to sit there - it just feels so... wrong. Like I should be doing something else, anything else, besides sitting down. 

So I think you can get my point. Maybe. Maybe not. But until you have ever been a "stay at home mom" you can't really judge me or anyone else who is. I remember when I was little all I wanted to do was be a mom and stay home with my kids while Dad did the work and paid the bills. I don't regret my decision and neither should you. And for all those nay sayers out there, pucker up and kiss it.