| Whatever Floats your Rubber Ducky Pt.2 |
So at what point do you have to just agree to disagree on how much a person can take care of another set of people (or just one or the other I suppose) and not take care of herself? Or at what point does she sacrifice all the superficial things, the cosmetic aspects of life (her home being in order every day, cooking a home cooked meal each night, decorating for holidays, doing personal errands for herself with the exclusion of household chore related ones, etc.) with the understanding that it will effect the relationship she has with her partner because they have a little less understanding of what all goes into a day in the life of a Mommy?
For once I'd like to know where it is written that men, Dad's in general even, get off at coming home and saying, "Well what did you do all day?" or "Why are there toys all over the floor?" and why they expect that you'll drop everything, which includes doing the dishes or cleaning a counter or highchair try to pour them a drink or plate their dinner when they come home late and miss the actual mealtime, and you should be accepting of it with a quick "Thanks babe!" and a pat on the ass?
I seriously have moments where I snap, and to the point where it was a topic at my last annual check up to make sure it wasn't a hormonal embalance. Why is it that we think that we are the problem or something is wrong with us that we can't be 100% Woman/Mom/Housekeeper/Socialite/Lover/Nurse/Chauffer/etc. or that we can't be happy with our relationships or with our life 100% of the time? Why is it that when we voice our unhappiness or our question of our lives we're told to either:
"Well, get a job if you're unhappy because you don't interact with adults anymore."
"You complain about our son/daughter so much I can't believe you'd ever want more children!"
"I'm tired! I have a job!"
It's to the point where I don't even miss the sex so much anymore as I miss the intimacy, the tingles of the holding hands or hugging in public and having a hand on your thigh while driving in the car. I am OCD about counting how many times I get kissed a day, and how many were either "good-bye/hello/goodnight" category kisses. Where is the jumping off point? Where is it that you realize that you can either be okay with how it is and just be roommates with common bonds or you can get separated and take your chances that the feelings will renew themselves? Why can't you find a balance between (and a partner who understands your need for this) a woman and a wife and a mother?
I suppose it's a personal question that every S@HM or even every Mom in general thinks about and asks herself from time to time. What do you have to do to make yourself at peace with your day to day life. What's going to float your inner rubber ducky. |
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Alias: SNM
Hometown: Farmington, WV, United States
About Me: SMN is currently a S@HM who resides in the Senior Citizen capital of the world. Amongst her many talents are writing, tiptoeing through the mind field that is her living room, saving run away strollers, lacing any comment with sarcasm, and changing a diaper in 10 seconds flat. Her greatest achievements are birthing Thing One and Thing Two. Ongoing projects include diving into the world of blogging, weaning an aggressive breast feeder, parenting and all it's challenges, and being a wife she can live with (as well as her husband).
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