Another day, another kick in the crotch

Lets re-cap the weekend shall we?

Friday afternoon.

Stephanie told me that every day for me is a Friday because I don't work.

I don't work? Does she have Downs Syndrome? Okay, that is just mean. I apologize to those with Downs.

It's like this. I promised myself I would get off my feminist high-horse before the weekend because it gets a little old. I really do want to be one of those women who are just cool and groovy with people thinking whatever they want and focusing on my family instead but when the of our own goes around attacking the sisterhood of the mothers, I get a little holier-than-thou. Instead of staging a bra burning in my living room I am venting here. Some therapist somewhere is knowingly nodding in agreement.

Because we have only recently met, she clearly has no idea of who she is dealing with (ewwww you are sooo tough).

Listen Stephie, I work my ass off from morning till night making everyone a happy little camper. If I was not doing this job, I would be paying someone to do it. I am making a sacrifice to be at home with my kids. I am sacrificing a lot of employment opportunity that most-likely won't be there in a couple of years, I am sacrificing my self to some degree - time spent alone, time spent making more money for the family. It's not easy but my husband and I have made the conscience decision to do exactly what we are doing.

I would never make a snippy comment to a mom working out of the home. That has to be hard too. Yes, I sometimes press my entire face up against the window in the morning, in utter awe and envy, as they drive by my house all cleaned up and looking not revolting, but I understand that, they too, are being judged for making the decision that is right for them. That sucks.

I totally respect that there are benefits and downfalls to both lifestyles and some decisions are made out of necessity alone. Doesn't society judge us enough without us judging each other?

Should one person's opinion really bother me so much? Hhhm, guess I just have so much time on my hands to ponder these things because I am a slack-ass-stay-at-home. Between eating the bon bons and watching Tony Danza I am surprised I found the time to care.

Saturday

Running noses. Crying and incessantly whining toddlers. High fevers. Luckily my husband was home to give me lots of advice on how to take care of it all. After all it is my first day.

Sunday

See Saturday and times it by 2.

Thank dog, it's Monday.