Ice Cream for Dinner
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- August
- 15
I’ve been debating about what to blog about…so many things going on…so many things to report on. So many balls in the air, that suddenly, for whatever reason, are starting to fall down on me….
I was debating about writing about how I need a wife…I just feel super stretched. Though both my husband and I work it seems to be ME who always worries about what’s for dinner, who has clean clothes (why do the girls ALWAYS want what’s in the wash?) and the kids’ plans. Though my husband is better than most when it comes to helping out (the dog is HIS!), the reality is: I do more. In general, men leave the house and lock the door. Women, on the other hand, walk out and worry about how the house looks—mine’s always a mess— and whether the kids have playdates or if there’s fresh milk in the fridge.
I’m so stressed that I managed to get myself into a fender bender last night—that was my fault! I know I was trying too hard to please everyone—poor Syd is bored (all her friends are in Europe!!!) and while I worked, she spent the entire day home alone, so I promised that after work (after a deadline-crazed/email-filled/stressful day) that I would take her back to school shopping when it was honestly the last thing in the world I wanted to do. We got into a fight in American Eagle (she didn’t like any of the clothes I picked out and she says I “embarrassed” her) – and the next thing I knew, I was backing up into the fender of another car.
It wasn’t horrible—but after the root canal bills I’ve had this month (another fun thing to add to What I did this summer) not to mention the defensive driving course I took ALL day Sunday and the $125 ticket I recently had to pay (I swear: it’s mostly mothers who get speeding tickets because we’re trying to do for everyone and get them there on time), knowing that I might have to shell out MORE money for an accident put me deeper in the hole. In other words, I was in one SHITTY mood.
All of which leads to what’s GOOD about being an adult: I was so frazzled, I came home and dished up two huge scoops of ice cream for dinner. Syd, on the other hand, had soup. Thank god for canned food since Mark came home from work just as he left: with seemingly no worries. (Though, thanks to Mark for not yelling at me when he saw the car.)
Sorry. Am ranting today. But it’s been one of those months….just feel sometimes that I’m better at my job than I am at being a wife and mother..and that makes me upset..because it’s my job that stresses me out (or that I allow to stress me out) which in turn, makes me lash out at my family. It’s days like this, I wish I could move to a part of the country that was more laid-back. Heck, at this point, I don’t think scooping ice cream would be all bad…if it paid the bills. At least I could leave my work at work and go home and deal with home without the added aggravation.
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This sounds way too familiar. Personally, I have decided that if I get the chance to do it all over again, I’m going to be a shepherd. You get to hang out in a quiet field all day with sheep (who don’t talk back), pretty much do what you push them into doing, and you get a dog to do all your running around for you.
It’s outside work, you’re not stuck behind a desk all day, and you can bring your kids if you’re stuck for daycare. Sounds like the perfect job for me… especially today, with the week I’ve been having! Think about it, Jeanne – we could incorporate and be Shepherds R Us…
I think some of us would obsess no matter what job we had. If we were scooping ice cream, we’d think too much about whether we broke too many cones or angered some customer. If we were in the field with sheep, we’d be afraid our sheep had a disease, or one might run off, or Fluffy doesn’t like Furry and we need to fix the problem. Personally I think you need a nice getaway to Orlando where a certain person can fix you nice dinners and you can sit by the pool with a homemade margarita.
I’m actually getting away on vacation in three days! I’m taking the kids to Maine on a Windjammer cruise. I hope it will be lots of fun for all of us! Maybe it will also cure me of my “work blues”.
glad no one was hurt in the accident – but it’s a wake up call that you can’t do so many things at once – and that fighting with the teens is hazardous to your health (I broke my toe fighting with my son and needed surgery – they sure know what buttons to push)
I remember learning somewhere that our brain can handle so many things and there’s no doubt women are on overload
I can’t count how many times a day I rethink my life and want to change my job and priorities and often do in small ways since my kids are grown, one out of the house and one marrying soon – so I have some time I can call mine
what saves me is taking some classes out of the house, meditating, going walking or to the gym – time I can zone out and forget about everything but what my brain wants to think about; of course the world comes back but at least I make some alone time inside my own head!
um. I have issues. I dont leave the house and lock the door. I worry how it looks etc. also I worry about paying the bills making sure there’s food on the table and everyone has their clothes etc. I think you are looking at husbands from 20 years ago. many of us today dont want to be like our fathers and be hands off. many of us want to be more hands on.. It’s thinking like this that make us look bad.
I am sure you would take offense to me saying: most women I know only think about their looks,money,big house and how to get a rich husband and therefore not worth the trouble.
Listen raising a family is hard. and depending on everyone’s job sometimes it’s your turn in the barrel.
What matters is that no one got hurt. I’ve driven so fast and recklessly that I should have been in accidents, it’s just luck that I haven’t. And when we’re thiking of the million things we have to do, it’s easy to lose concentration. There are timesI think in my next incarnation I want to have a family or a career, but not try to do both. I’m doing a truly lousy job at both right now, wish I could take a looooong vacation from the job and the family!
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