Help Wanted

When you are married and have kids I believe it takes both parents to make things work.  There is always the good cop, bad cop routine.  My Dad was usually the bad cop!  I also  remember playing off my parents when I was a kid.  Butter up Dad to get something I wanted when my Mom said no.  Everybody has done that at some point.  My children do it too.  Most of the time Dad is the fun one and I follow behind trying to make sure nobody gets hurt and stays safe.  Are mothers and fathers pigeon holed into these roles?

There has been the rare occasion when my husband backs me up when it comes to the kids. Tonight I  gave them the horrible task of taking a shower.  The kids would love it if they never had to shower!  They both sat on the couch and said no.  There was no attitude and no whining.  It was just a simple no.  I asked repeatedly and kept getting the same answer.  I was getting nowhere.  My husband walked in the room and I felt a twinge of hope.  He will help me get them in the shower!  Wrong.  No way.  Wasn't going to happen.  I asked and he said, "No.  Why don't you do it yourself."  That's when I knew what I had to do next......Help Wanted!

Keep on truckin'

I have been on the move for more than 12 hours.  I was up at 8:00 am and exercised, made breakfast for the kids, cleaned the kitchen, showered, went to my classroom to continue getting it ready, brought the kids back home for lunch, delivered my daughter to a friend's house, took my son back-to-school shopping and shopping for soccer cleats, picked up my daughter and her friend to bring them back to our house for a sleepover, made dinner, cleaned the house, did some laundry, served everybody dinner, cleaned up, folded laundry and found the keys that my husband lost almost a week ago.  Guess what..not one please or thank you!

Days like this make we want to stand up on the dinner table and shout,  "What about me?"

Don't get me wrong, I love being a mom.  But honestly, I don't think I am the only mom/wife to feel completely unappreciated and taken for granted.  What's up with that anyway?  When I was growing up I recall always (almost always) saying thank you to my parents.  I rarely spoke back to them mostly because all it took were a few spankings to make me terrified of making my dad angry.  I vowed to never spank my children but I wish there was something else I could do to make them more respectful.  My husband is so low key and does not believe in any kind of punishment and the kids eat that up like free cotton candy.

Venting, that is what I am doing and it feels pretty good!

Although this is only my second post I am hoping somebody reads this at some point.  I wonder if they will relate or have a comment, or even a piece of advice.

My few minutes of peace are over.  The kids are screaming and laughing (in that order) just outside the bedroom door.  Time for teeth brushing and bed.

Keep on truckin' ......

One, two, three...

How am I going to make this work?  The idea of having a blog is very appealing.  It is like a journal only eyes other than mine can read it!  I am a mother, wife, daughter, sister, and  teacher.  Most importantly I am me, but that seems to get lost in the shuffle of everything else I am every day.  I am going to approach this blog as an experiment and an outlet.  I am trying to make it work and it is not easy!