We mothers do it all really... We hold down full time jobs (even if you're a SAHM), we cook, we clean, and we care for our families day in and day out. There's no such thing as a sick day when you're a mom. Sick or not, tired or not, we're still required to live up to and deliver on the expectations of our children and significant others.
I know that jealousy and envy are B.A.D. but sometimes I just can't help it. Both James and I work all day long... The difference, I get home and the immediate question is "What's for dinner?" Most nights I don't even have my shoes off before they're already asking. I also hear things like: "Hun, I need a clean uniform for tomorrow, you're going to need to run laundry tonight." and "Hey mom, can you come here?" ::walk into room:: "Can you go get me a water bottle?" Um, did I not spend all day working my butt off too? Why is it that I'm responsible for dinner and uniforms while you play iPad? Did I not just come from the exact room in the house that contains said water bottle? Is there any reason you can't stop watching Netflix for 60 seconds and get it?
But alas, I'm evidently little more than the
So this week I silently declared that I was on strike. I didn't bother to announce it, because honestly, who's listening to what I say at this point anyway. I did make dinner, but that's because if I hadn't Lena would have consumed nothing but Pop Tarts and Golden Grahams (no matter how irritated I get she won't be eating sugar coated sugar for dinner). Instead of just automatically running around policing up everyone's mess, I simply let it go.
This is only 4 days of my secret strike...
AND FINALLY!
Hmmm.. I wonder what would happen if I went a whole week? Have you ever been on a secret strike?
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