Stay at home moms, you know the kind of day I'm talking about. A day where I feel frumpy,grumpy and useless and jealous of all the women out there who get to leave their house on a daily basis. ( I use to be that person prior to 1 week before Tank was born).Or who interact with people who don't repeat, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.MMMOOOMMYYY" incessantly. Those that don't get touched with sticky gooey,dirty hands. Or who can meet friends for lunch without worrying about finding a family friendly, cheap restaurant. Or who can hit the gym, without worrying if the daycare there is open and can take all the screaming that will ensue due to you leaving them. Or who contribute to the world something more than a batch of overdone chocolate chip cookies and clean underwear. Or hell...who get to pee alone.Who have adult conversations that don't include, booger,potty talk or the Disney Channel.
Those who have almost all DVR shows devoted to kids 9 and under. Those who have ore gallons of milk and juice than wine bottles in the fridge. This is a battle cry for those that agree that we ladies get lost in the sea of daily chaos. The constant chores and pleasing in these four rooms we habitat in most days with too many ankle bitters.
I'm tired of feeling like nothing more than someone who is around to find lost shoes, matchbox cars, sippy cups and finishing unfinished homework to get on with cooking dinner. Oh..don't get me going on meals ...the same menu items each week because you have picky kids...and husbands. Just another kid friendly meal tonight is on the top of our priority list. We are someone who has just as many cheerios in the bottom of her purse, as loose change. Someone who always smells faintly of Clorox Clean-up instead of the latest perfume. Someone who must enjoy cleaning up after others...because why else would they be so kind as to leave their HUGE messes for me? Someone who talks, yells and pleads, but nobody listens, because I must have nothing important to say...and the one who breaks up the constant fighting between kids. I am the only "Mom" around here and must say that I miss me. The me prior to the kids. The me that had nail, hair and "me" appointments frequently. Who could roam the grocery store for an idea for dinner ,free to take my time.The me that read a good book while tanning outside in the summer breeze. The me that listened to the radio instead of the whole movie audio from TANGLED playing in the backseat for the 100 millionth time. The old me would have never though that a night out includes a lovely McDonald'a dinner complete with playlands and ice cream. The me that occasionally took a bath and didn't have 2 or more kids banging to get in and ruin it! I don't mean to just complain..I know we had these kids and must provide, nurture, educate and entertain, but sometimes I JUST DON'T WANNA.The me that got to talk on the phone without a hundred interuptions and fights. WELL, SOME SAY, YOU HAVE STILL HAVe BEDTIME..Problem is that I am too tired to enjoy "me" then, I AM dirty,cranky,frustrated and just plain done. I guess I lost that, the moment we had a kid...or 4. I'm just a housewife, after all. But I really miss the freedom to relax and not worry about grocery lists,homework, education benchmarks,potty issues, bedtime routines and the worries of the futures of my kids. I have endless messes to clean and organize, vacuuming to do but I just want to do NOTHING......
I just WANT one of these sometimes....no questions asked, like the the good old days! But I have this instead!!
Tomorrow will be a better day. I just know it!