My birthday was a few weeks ago. The husband interviewed our kids and wrote their responses in a homemade card. So cute! I loved it…except that my son answered, “Work” when asked what my favorite thing to do was. Hmmmm… And just yesterday the kid was typing on his pretend laptop and when I asked him a question, he said, “Hold on one sec; just let me finish this.”
So he does listen when I speak…
My kids think I prefer work over them (dagger to the heart much?), and my company is so insane right now that I’m using the “hold on one sec” phrase a lot more than I care to. Being a stay-at-home-working-mom isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Some days I feel like my kids would be better off in daycare because at least someone would play with them there. Boo.
I’m feeling like an inadequate parent, wife, and homemaker right about now. We’ll ignore the fact that I’m also a sucky employee these days because I plan to win the Powerball tomorrow night and solve that problem. Anyway, as sucky as I may be right now, I know that I will get better and this, too, shall pass. I just have to be patient, try my best, and keep smiling. Oh, and remember that there are a lot of people who suck a lot worse than I. Fancy seeing some of them at my high school reunion!!
Let me preface this by saying that the majority of my fellow graduates are lovely. It was fun and interesting and just plain good to see and talk to them. I say this earnestly, not because so many admitted they read this blog. *Waves*
But then there were others. Others who used words like “retard” and “nigger” and whose displays of drunkenness were nothing short of a damn shame. I’m no prude; I took advantage of the open bar and my best gal pal in her pregnant glory as my designated driver, but COME ON. I had the same conversation with the same person three different times; if I wanted to do that, I could have just stayed home and called my mom.
I just wonder how people of my age group, who have grown up in what I thought was a progressive state of thinking and feeling, can be so callous and hateful. I don’t wonder about it all that often because I refuse to give people like that too much of my time, but there was definitely a
vodka storm cloud hanging over us, trying to rain on our happy reunion hugs and belly laughs. Fortunately, for most of us, it was a great night where optimism and hilarious reminiscing prevailed.
Will I attend another reunion? To be determined. But one thing is for certain: my kid just walked into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a big good morning smile on his face, and I am closing my laptop. I’m taking a step toward being less sucky. Wish I could say the same for others.