Saturday, March 6, 2010

A Mother's Job

What's the saying? A woman's work is never done? Did a woman coin that phrase because it's so very true or did a man coin it because he wanted it to be the way of the world? As a mom, our jobs are never, ever done. There is never a time when you can sit on the couch with your feet up and a drink in hand because everything that needed to be accomplished has been. There is always something more that could be done. And if it's not something we as moms put on our to-do lists, it's tasks others give us to do. Yesterday was one of those manic days for me. Laundry, grocery shopping, dishes, meeting, cooking, driving kid to school, picking kid up from school, going to a friend's house, continuing cooking. It was just a marathon day. But, you think you've gotten something done because you've done three loads of laundry and a load of dishes. Then you realize that you've got to fold that laundry and put it all away. And you've got to unload the dishwasher and put all of that away too. And then you realize that you need to mend something that was in the laundry. And the wine glass in the dishwasher reminds you that you need to get a gift for your husband's co-worker. And the trip to the grocery store has you forgetting at least one important thing on your list so you have to go out later and get it. And the dinner that you thought was going to be ready isn't ready so you've got to go back out and get something to replace it. And the meeting that you thought was going to be a breeze gives you five more reports to write up and e-mails to send. And when you're checking your e-mails you realize that it was library day at school and you forgot the books so you have to dig through the house and find them and then drop them off. And when you're digging, you find more laundry that has to be done. And then you find a calendar that reminds you it's your turn to bring snack to pre-school so you have to go back to the store to get something to feed 8 kids. And then you realize that you haven't started the new dinner that you just bought. And, just when you think you're about to lose your mind from all of that, you kids come home from school and ask you to find the television remote!

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