Confessions of a Housewife

Housewife…is that even politically correct anymore? Who knows and frankly who cares? Right now I feel like Jerry McGuire. I’m about to pour my heart and soul out in this essay and for what? Well, let’s hope I don’t lose my job over it. Ha!

Do you ever feel like you’re at your breaking point? You know, can one more thing be piled on your plate? I know you do, because I talk to a lot of people and thank goodness they feel the same I do…like I’m treading water with bricks tied to my ankles, and all I can do is keep moving my arms and legs as heavy as those bricks are, but I’m staying afloat. Barely.

I’ve said it previously, that I believe May is as busy if not busier than December. Hard to believe but think about it…with end of year activities, recitals, ball games and practices, homework, end of year projects, teacher gifts to hand-make buy, and the, and the, and the…It’s insane. I don’t remember as a kid feeling all this pressure that May brings. I guess my parents did a great job and shielding us from it. All I remember is counting down the days until school was out and summer break started. We were care free. But, I’m sure my mama felt quite different. I’ll have to ask her. But then again, all she had to do was put on her super mom cape and still have breakfast {and I’m not talking just cereal, people} and supper on the table, lunches packed, homework was done, oh and she had been to night school getting her Masters, worked full days, and made sure my brother and I were at our practices on time. I seriously do NOT know how she did it.  I do all this stuff, well minus the graduate school and full time job stuff, and I’m treading water. I found today allowing myself a two minute shower after the gym because let’s face it, I stunk, applying a smidgen of makeup to make myself presentable, and dried the sweat from my run in my hair. Yes, you read that right. {Kat, turn your head or keep reading faster because it will appall you as to what I did to my hair today. Ha!} I didn’t have time to wash my hair, and it was almost soaked from my run, so I dried it. Flipped my head right over and dried that sweat right into my hair….the whole time wondering if people would even notice. I assume not but oh well.

I digress.

All of that to say, after allowing myself 15 minutes to get presentable after a nice workout, I ran all over this town; grocery shopping, making returns, buying Mother’s Day gifts {a tad bit late}, all in and hour and a half because then I had to pick Hunter up from camp.

My list of things to do is a mile long, but you don’t know how that feels at all, right. **wink, wink**

I do all this running, and helping, and driving, and at the end of the day I look around and try to think… “What did I accomplish today?”

Hmmm…

Not much!

My house is a mess. There’s laundry to do. What games did I actually play with my kids today? Yada, yada, yada!

Along with everything else, I realize I haven’t written a blog in I don’t know when and that makes me sad. Unfortunately my little project ,this blog, has been put on the back burner for way to long. I really do not see how true bloggers do it. They post projects galore, cook great meals, are successful stay at home moms, and write on their blog almost daily. I just don’t know how they do it. Maybe they have some time management skills I don’t know about.

My problem…Aged On-set ADHD…at least that’s what I’m blaming it on. I started tonight working on a little Mother’s Day project for my mama {who’s coming tomorrow with my daddy…**eek**…I’m so excited to say the least.}, and I find myself writing this because I can’t get what I wanted to work to work right. So, instead of screaming, I’m gritting my teeth calmly writing {well, typing}.

Anyway…I guess I’ve said ALL of that to say. Being a mama and a housewife is not easy. I seriously do NOT see how mamas work and take care of the house, family, and kids. I commend you and tip my hat to you.

I hear people all the time say that being a housewife is the hardest job. Well, I’m not sure about that, because there are some pretty hard jobs out there…hello, running into burning buildings, running a corporation, fighting day in and day out for our country while in the desert away from family. Those are pretty hard jobs. My job is to keep people alive. I have to keep them fed, clothed, bathed, and most of all happy.

Last week, Hunter needed my undivided attention…bless him. All day, every day it was, “Mama, want to play with me?” “Mama, want to go to the pool?” “Mama, want to go play baseball?” “Mama, I’m hungry.” “Mama, you ready?” And when I didn’t jump at his every move because heaven forbid laundry needed to be changed, I got the sad eyes and the, “You never play with me.” Oh really? What were we just doing for the past 3 hours?! Oh yeah, playing baseball, swinging, playing sword fight, and making lunch. I think people think it’s the hardest job because it never ends. It’s constant-24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It’s not only the day to day stuff, it’s the night time too. We get rid of bad dreams, we clean up throw up in the middle of the night, we walk them back to their bed 14 times because they’re having anxieties about who knows what. It is a very hard job. But it’s also rewarding and wonderful.

It’s the times that you go to the grocery store or the gym and look down at your shirt, only to find a “Rock Star” sticker that your daughter put there while getting ready. Yes, we may have to fight about getting dressed and brushing teeth in the morning, and I may have to repeat myself a million times before they listen, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world…not even the dried sweat in my hair.

So there you have it. My confessions of a housewife in a crazy, mixed up, rambling essay. I just hope I’m not the only one feeling this way, and that I can find a balance with it all without going coo-coo first. Wait! I might already be there. :o)

Thanks for stopping by! Happy Wednesday!

S~