Monday, December 10, 2007

{Bringin' Home the Bacon}

Bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never ever let him forget he's the man. Who wrote that crap??? I know who wrote that crap, a man!! A man that doesn't wear hose, a man that doesn't have to put uncomfortable shoes on in order to "bring home the bacon", a man that doesn't have to deal with children who don't "have anything to wear" or their ride to school bailed on them or they don't like what is available for breakfast and a man whose hair isn't frizzing as they try to straighten it and they don't become a raging maniac trying to get a cup of coffee and not be late at the same time. That, my friend, is who wrote that ridiculous song who back in the 80's, I believe came with a commercial for some kind of perfume and I remember thinking at the time, that's what I want to be, a power house career woman, super Mom, and fabulous wife. After my first day on the job, I am realizing that there is no such thing. There is no way that that woman actually exists. Something has to give. I have worked over the past few years, but I was able to get my Monsters off to school, Mark was out the door, I could even do a quick clean up of the house, throw in a load of laundry before scooting out the door. Everyone trying to get ready and out the door at the same time is crazy!! Then coming home at 5:30PM to chaos and mess, incomplete homework when all I want to do is go sit in a dark room in the pitch black and pretend to not be home. I am thinking that this is temporary, my part time 2 days a week job is only a few weeks away. Then it will be a cake walk, right???

3 comments:

Lorrie said...

poor thing...
I couldn't go back to work right now unless dh agreed to get me a maid. SERIOUSLY. My OCD wouldn't allow me to NOT have stuff neat, clean and orderly. AND it can't be like that if I'm working. SOOOO, I think I'm going to stay at home for a while longer!
Hope that things will slow down and become routine for you soon....

gottablogmom said...

Oh, sounds stressful....I wish I could email you and xanax and a valium, but then you might be really late tomorrow. I could not work right now unless our lives depended on it and I would be a basket case.
I'll piggyback on Lorrie's hope that things slow down for you soon. Tell those kids they gotta step up to the plate and get that homework done at least.

Georgiastorms said...

Hang in there with the job. Let me know when you go to two days. We maybe can get together, scrapbook, our kids can meet. I made a blogspot and will add more friends later. Oh yes....I ran into Christy at Publix Monday and she has my # and will call to get together to scrapbook.

Miss ya!