As some of you know I spend my work days searching Google. It's a great job. I still can't believe I get paid to play on the Internet. And I have learned a lot about essential subjects such as heating and refrigeration, Canola oil, incontinence and the state of New Jersey.
Lately I have been working on a lot of publishing accounts and I come across some pretty skanky stuff too. Most of the time they pass the really gritty subjects to me, partly because I have fooled them into thinking I am mature but also because we don't like to scare the young and innocent. But sometimes I come across some really good stuff to know too. Which leads me to my latest discovery.
Rosie the Riveter still has no time to do her hair (I can relate) and therefore has not given up her bandana. But she apparently left the factory long enough to conceive. Who knew? And now Rosie is the spokeswoman not just for factory workers, but also for all moms. In her latest book. The Motherhood Manifesto. I can't wait to read it, especially considering who wrote it. (I will read it before I write a review.) But in the meantime I want to ask you mothers, what do you want? I am going to comprise a comparison list between what I read in the book and what I hear from the real world. Come on...tell me how you really feel!
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I know i'm not a mom yet, but i would like to think that I would be raising my own kids instead of some stranger at the children prison. But when they get older and are all in school, it would probably be nice to have a part time job in the mornings so i don't go crazy.
I want a nap.
In addition to a nap, I want to be appreciated for the work I do. When do moms get validation for doing laundry and dishes? I mean really. Motherhood is the job than never gets done. My husband goes to work, does his thing, and it stays done when he comes home. I work at home, do my thing, and it's undone faster than a snake can spit.
And I don't mean just a "thanks" occasionally: I want someone (OK, not just "someone"--I mean Phil) to take over all of my jobs for a day or two and then come tell me, "You know what? You work really hard. I never understood how frustrating motherhood and all it entails can really be. Wow."
Don't get me wrong--Phil is really quite appreciative of what I do, and he's more than willing to help when I ask for it, but sometimes it would be nice to have a day or two off work. Know what I mean?
Vacation with girlfriends. For a long time with lots of money. Of course my kids need to be taken care of while I'm gone - oh, the hubby too ;o)
My two and a half cents- Look at the analogies in Pixar's The Incredible's... the opening comments during the interview with Mr. Incredible. The parallelism to what Julie stated. Then take the words of Syndrome, when he plans on selling his secrets so that everyone can be super, cause then no one will be super...the same applies to the idea of what if everyone learned how to be [as super]as their mom? Yes, motherhood is highly under-appreciated. I'm sure I don't do enough to show my wife how much I appreciate her. I know she works a lot harder than I do. I've tried her job a time or two or three, especially on those days when she is sick in bed. They could create a monthly Mother's Day, but somehow I think society would find a way to cheapen the celebration. The fact that mothers can keep going and going and going is a testament to their greatness. I hope you all get your GNO or GWO (girls week off) cause they ain't no trophy big enough for champions of your caliber.
becks: always love it when you stop by. I LOVE my part-time job. Although (another blog forthcoming) it's really hard not to get sucked into the siren song of work. I go to work and I am appreciated, validated and I get paid. Very different from my experience at home. Not that it isn't infinitely more worth it--but I come home thinking I could get used to that good stuff.
~j: hang in there. There is a small window of enough sleep (on most nights) between when you are up in the night with little ones and up in the night waiting for your teenager to come home. Or wondering where he is and if you dare call the neighbor at whose home he was most recently this late to see if he's still there (and this is with my easy kids with good friends--I shudder to think what lies ahead with my headstrong and willful daughter.
julie: I hear you. I had to laugh when I came home after a week in the hospital and I was on oxygen for three more weeks and my husband would say--"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about scrubbing the toilets." It seemed beyond anyone else that toilets don't just scrub themselves. And that's the whole point. We need time off where someone else (I'm still holding out for the Nanny) comes in and does our work for us.
sewfunny: I'm thinking after yesterday the Bahamas look pretty good. Want to come along?
lyle: Sadly, haven't had time to watch the incredibles. But you are very kind.
If you can find a way to get to the Bahama's relatively inexpensively indoobadibely then I'm all for it. Let's GO!
All I want is tranquility. Is that too much to ask?
I think all Mom's should get a personal stylist... perk of the job. Perhaps a gourmet/healthy chef. Maybe an on-call masseuse... and naturally - a maid - who can run errands too. That's all.... but if we can't get that...
I'm with ~J - NAPs...
Oh and hubbies to remember to pick up after themselves and... use their eyes to help around the house...not waiting for their ears to be asked. ;-)
Last... a guarantee that it'll all be ok... that my child will be safe, smart, kind... ya know - grow up to be a great person.
I'm waiting for my baby to get tired so I can get a nap already...
I want to be alone at home in a totally clean house for at least 4 hours.
Ah Carina, that sounds even better than the Bahamas. Seriously.
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