Well, wouldn't you know? Guess who just had a baby?
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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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?
~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.
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...