Oh, how I love my husband, and the great Man above knows I do with all my heart and soul. But I promise, if my husband says to me, “What are you so stressed about?” one more time…really? Why am I stressed? Let me count the ways!
I Am Stressed Because…
I seem to be the only one who knows what the following items are, as well as how they work:
- Dishwasher
- Trash Can
- Toilet Paper
- Laundry Basket
- Washer
- Dryer
- Dust Rag
- Mop
- Broom
Need I go further? I mean, these items have a “home” in my home. They don’t move around. Basically, they stay in the same spot until used, and then go back to their “home.” Even more, the equipment I mentioned above (e.g., dishwasher, washer and dryer, etc.) is all hooked up to the wall. Therefore, it cannot move easily! So when I hear, “I didn’t know where it was!” I am baffled. It has only been in the same place for the past nine years. I really am coming to the realization that I am the only one who sees these items in our home. Maybe there is another form of color blindness called “cleaning blindness” or “Mom-Only blindness.” Obviously, moms are the only ones who can see these items!
I Am Stressed Because…
None of my children can drive yet! Not that I am eager for any of them to drive (it scares me just typing the words “children” and “driving” in same sentence).
Yesterday, I called my mom while in one of two carpool lines, crying, “I am so sorry for ever being mad at you for being late (which was usually not more than five minutes—but to my teenage self, it felt like years). For not appreciating you taking me where I needed to be and on time. Basically, I am sorry for my whole childhood; for ever being mean to you.” Seriously, who knew driving around took so much time! And it doesn’t help that I am on the road at the same time as those who are learning to drive, or so it seems. Do they have some schedule I don’t know about? Because I would really like us to try and work something out.
Again, not that I really want my children to drive, because that would make my worrying-self even more stressed, but driving here and there (especially with three children) is more time consuming than I ever would have imagined. I come home exhausted from driving! Not walking…not exercising, but DRIVING!
I Am Stressed Because…
At every turn I feel like I am failing. I really do think I cry at least once a week (probably more), because I feel as though I did something wrong or didn’t perform my motherly duties in the perfect way. Whether it was something I said or didn’t say, something I did or didn’t do, or both, I just feel as though I could have been better. I should have been better.
The kids should have had a cooked meal at dinner, but instead, I ran through the drive-thru. They should have had a mom who was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning, but instead, they woke up to Ursula, the sea witch, who was half-awake and hopefully put everyone’s lunch in the right lunch box.
My husband should come home to a wife who is ready to spend some time with him when he arrives home from work, but instead, comes home to a wife who is still in the sweats she wore yesterday (although, I am getting better since being introduced to LuLaRoe!) and hasn’t showered since…maybe two days? I lost count.
I need to remember though that my kids don’t want a perfect mom; my husband doesn’t need the perfect wife; they just want a happy one. I am the one struggling with the issue of not being the “perfect mom” or “best wife ever.”
Is there anyone else out there like me?
I love this! Us women have so much on our shoulders all the time! We fail to understand that we are still human. And it doesn’t help that we see all the wonderful things other moms and wives are doing on Facebook. It always seems that everyone else has it all together and we are far from that. However, we DON’T see that they all have the same feelings we do! We don’t see their biggest fears or deepest secrets or even their day to day failures! We tend to put out only what we want others to see and we’re not transparent enough so that other women can be confident in their lives, knowing that they aren’t alone! I love every bit of this article!
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