I felt like I had a good momentum going on the writing front a few weeks ago, but between the mother-in-law visiting, battling with my husband immediately after, spending the five-day weekend potty training Hugga and hanging out with Huz’s bff, finally deciding I was just going to pay my stupid traffic ticket instead of spending two whole days of PTO in court trying to fight it, and then suffering an especially bad case of PMDD, my brain is now scrambled eggs. Can I just stop time at my house and go somewhere for a week to recharge? For the sanity of moms everywhere, somebody needs to find a way to make this happen.
First, let me be frank with yall. I’ve been in a totally bitchy haze for the past week, and my patience has been tapped out since mid-August. I have only as much patience for Hugga and nothing more. I have been especially annoyed to have to deal with the mental health issues of people I have never met (thanks Web 2.0). I’m so over it all that I got rid of my Tumblr and Twitter accounts.
Admittedly I’m also going a little stir crazy with this work-from-home business. Work-wise, things couldn’t be better — I got my team to change up the process and my workflow has never been easier — but I’m having a strange identity crisis I totally wasn’t anticipating.
I am not a housewife, not by ability or trade or expectation. I manage to get some chores done on a regular basis — dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, bill paying, and then sometimes I’m able to throw together a decent meal outside of my normal kitchen repertoire — but I don’t get all of them done all the time because I have a two year old running around without diapers or pants and a thousand other things on my plate.
People get all stank that I didn’t get to cook something awesome one day because I was busy doing other crap, and they act like I wasn’t doing my job. Um, you’re welcome that I’m home all the time to take care of the kid so you can go out and have beers with your friends. Mother-in-law, you’re also welcome, since I take home a salary that covers at least half the bills each month so we can help you with this house. And stop acting like you didn’t raise your son on processed food and television, like every other 80′s mom. But people swear I just send my kid to preschool and then sit around all day and not do shit. Er, I think they think I do, or else this is a complex I just developed from my mother-in-law’s recent visit. And I doubt it’ll soon go away since my MIL comes back next week.
I don’t know anymore, guys. Is this a mom thing, to just sometimes get so pissed off at the world because you’re so underappreciated that you think you might explode? I don’t think I ever met a mom who didn’t get this way, but sometimes I don’t feel like this level of exasperation is normal, or even bearable.
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