Oh how I love my children, the sound of their laughter makes my heart do flip flops with delight. Seeing my oldest reading to his little brother tugs at my heart strings, and I’m so grateful for the love they share. I also love those tight cub hugs, and the I love you’s whispered in the dark, when I’m curled up with them for prayer time. What I don’t love is how messy they’ve been lately. I don’t just mean toys scattered everywhere, or boots, coats, and snow pants thrown on the floor. I mean how I’m treated like Mom the maid. I literally did a major clean on my house yesterday, I pulled out couches and chairs, vacuumed, mopped, and folded and put away laundry. If you’ve been reading my blog you’ll know that laundry is my nemesis and me and Mount washer are well acquainted. ?When the Captain got home from hockey practice I literally went behind him and picked up his coat and hung it up, put his boots on the boot rack, made his bed, cleaned up his clothes after his shower, and the cupcake icing disaster in my kitchen. I thought to myself I’m his Mom, and I love him but when did I become his maid? So I told him how I felt and he apologized. Which I’m grateful for, but what am I teaching him by constantly cleaning up after him? I seriously don’t think in this day and age he’s going to find a wife that does that for him. I didn’t find a husband that does that for me!!! And no, I won’t be bitching about my hubby doesn’t do anything for me. Because it’s not true, he does when I’m overwhelmed or sick. He also works 40 + hours a week so I can be home and we take turns making dinner. He’s going to win Dad of the year, because of the kick ass skating rink he’s building in the back yard for our sons. I’ll be cheering them on from the hot tub as he teaches our youngest how to skate. I’m the stay at home Mom so it’s all part of my job description to do the housework. And I’ve always believed there’s a reason why they call it work. I don’t remember signing up for that duty, but that’s what I get with the luxury of staying home and raising my children. I also work from home as a transcriptionist, so there’s keeping on top of my assignments, running my household, hockey Mom duties, and killing monsters under the bed. Which luckily are only dust bunnies, because this Mama bear would be roaring if it was a real deal. I work hard at what I do and my rewards and accolades come from you my lovely readers. The fact that you check in and read and comment about my musings means so much to me. I once had a friend ask me why blogging was so important to me, especially since it’s not a paying gig. My response was sure money’s awesome, but respect is my level of currency. So I’m going to take my advice and start respecting myself and stop letting my kids treat me like their maid. They do have chores and responsibilities that are age appropriate for them. In the hustle and bustle of our life they just got used to me picking up the slack. Well this Mama bear needs a break, and my cubs are just going to have to fall into line. So on that note I’ll be enjoying a bubble bath to rest my aching back, wine to take the edge off, and a good book to dive into. And no one better bother me unless the house is burning down. Because we all know what happens when you poke the angry bear with a sharp stick.
- Color me happy and thankful
- One liner Wednesday