So, I’ve been trying to learn (and let me tell you, teaching yourself something when you know nothing, poses some challenges) how to let go of certain pet peeves.
Jay and I still minimize what each other does in the course of a “working day”…sure, he works in a warehouse picking boxes for 12 hours a shift…I still think chasing and dealing with a fussy (learning independence while still wanting mommy) baby turning in to a toddler is a full time job. Yet, I’m still expected to keep the house pristine and have dinner on the table by 6 (even my mother contributed to that)…
I don’t know about any other Momma’s….but even when my kid doesn’t have an ear infection, I still don’t sleep soundly…I still listen to the monitor, USUALLY the one to jump out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to hush up the screaming baby….by the time 6pm rolls around, I don’t even want to look at the kitchen let alone cook…
I don’t want sympathy…empathy maybe….but maybe I’d be less resistant if once in a while someone else cooked, or made sure the garbage was put out every week instead of saying they slept in and didn’t have time. Maybe if there was a joint effort in cooking or even cleaning up after instead of saying it’s my mess so I have to clean it.
When I put all of this in to perspective, this really is a dumb issue. Some women have the gene to just make things happen and are even happy to do so. Hell, women have been programmed for years to do this….I feel like I have some weird mutation (maybe a bit of laziness) where my brain says, I should only do 50% because I’m not the only one who lives here.
I think the real issue here is maybe I don’t feel appreciated enough and there for lack the motivation to go above and beyond when it comes to anything other than the baby.
Anyways, it’s past my bedtime so I shall go.
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