You organized the silverware drawer -- whew, that was tough. Reward
yourself! Sit back; have a cup of tea and contemplate good things for
15 minutes.
Seriously?
I worked as a waitress for 15 years. Know how many breaks I got?
Zero.
You know how often my coworkers and I complained about not getting breaks?
Never.
Because
making as much money as possible in one shift is the goal of any wait
person. And you can’t realize that goal sitting on the curb by the
dumpster dragging on a cigarette.
OK, but you're not a waitress, you're a Stay At Home Mom.
What is your goal for each day?
“Good kids and a clean house.”
(That is my mom’s permanent answer to, “What do you want for your birthday/Christmas/Mother’s Day?” It used to make me crazy since I knew we couldn't deliver. Now I totally understand the wish.)
I
can’t reach my goal without some serious elbow grease. I definitely won't
get there by refusing to do anything useful for 15 minutes out of every
waking hour. (Yeah, yeah, mental health
is infinitely useful; you know what I mean.)
Certainly we all need a break from time to
time, but not after every freaking task. I constantly read advice hyping the
short shift for moms who don't work outside the home: Stay At Home Moms should work for 45 minutes then
take a 15 minute break.
Do I really need 15 minutes to recover from
mopping the floor or folding laundry? If I do, I’d damned well better
be really old or really sick.
SAHMs are patted on
the head with condescension disguised as
encouragement: Good for you! You cleaned the kitchen/fed the
children/vacuumed the living room. You must be worn out -- treat
yourself!
Can’t a Stay At Home Mom focus on a set of tasks and power through the day -- just as any working person is expected to?
Without the treats? Don’t patronize me. If I’m doing a shit job, I
know it. I am choosing to be overwhelmed. I am opting out of
adulthood. I am hiding my head in the internet. I am not in need of a break.
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Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Never Interrupt A Reading Child.
"I don't want to put the book down."
It's right up there with "I did it." (Confession), "I did it!" (Accomplishment), and "Mommy, I brushed my teeth and made my bed. Can we start school now?" for my favorite sentences ever.
"I love you" always takes first prize of course, and the one about brushed teeth is only in my dreams.
But "I don't want to put the book down"??? Wow. I just love it.
And it made me think: It is "Never wake a sleeping baby" 2.0.
"Never interrupt a reading child." Never.
It's right up there with "I did it." (Confession), "I did it!" (Accomplishment), and "Mommy, I brushed my teeth and made my bed. Can we start school now?" for my favorite sentences ever.
"I love you" always takes first prize of course, and the one about brushed teeth is only in my dreams.
But "I don't want to put the book down"??? Wow. I just love it.
And it made me think: It is "Never wake a sleeping baby" 2.0.
"Never interrupt a reading child." Never.
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