When I was pregnant with Cara, I cried…a lot. Then, I got pregnant with Oliver and I was probably the angriest that I’ve ever been in my entire life. Anything and everything would set me off and though I knew that most things weren’t as big of a deal as my emotions were making them out to be, I was knocked-up and angry and basically didn’t care.
I’m experiencing that kind of anger today.
It started this morning and I blamed it on not having very much sleep and lack of coffee. After the coffee, I decided that maybe it was the annoying cartoons. Since the cartoons were something that Cara watches on a daily basis [and normally don’t bother me] I then blamed my bitchiness on Ollie’s desire to bite anything that gets within teeth distance of him.
Then, I decided that it was the looks that Tucker was giving me. Rat bastard wouldn’t quit cutting his eyes at me like he thought I was going to bust a cap in someone’s ass. Next, I started trying to remember what my moods have been like recently thinking that maybe I’m entering into a “manic” phase.
Basically, I’ve spent the entire day trying to figure out what the hell has crawled up my ass and died. THEN, I read Sam’s post, and this just wasn’t the day for me to read that. Normally I consider Sam my Canadian twin-we both have pitbulls, we both have smart mouths and like to talk about boobs, we both have two kids, etcetera ad nauseum.
But today, when I read her post about how moms who work outside of the home work so much harder than moms who work from home, well, like I said, today wasn’t the day for me to read that.
I TOTALLY understand where Sam is coming from with her post and she has points that I agree with wholeheartedly. But, I also know that I’m contractually required to write over 70 posts a month with EveryJoe.com and if I don’t live up to my contractual obligations then my boss chews my ass. Actually, my boss is really cool but her boss will chew my boss’s ass and then my boss has to email me and ask me why the hell I’m being a slacker. Keep in mine that I have a nine month old and two year old at home who latch onto me like blood sucking leeches at times [usually while I’m trying to write] and that since I work from home, Tucker expects me to keep the house somewhat clean and ensure that we don’t have strange stuff growing in the toilet.
Don’t TELL me that I don’t work as hard as you.
I get NO breaks from the kids and I’m fine with that. Clarification: when Tucker gets home from work, he [angel!] gives me some time to myself but that’s in ten minute bits. But it’s not like I have a place that I go for eight hours out of the day where I can work, meet my deadlines and then come home and worry about house work and what the hell I’m supposed to russle up for dinner.
Some [and I don’t have links since I closed those tabs about five hours ago] are saying that this is the new mommy war. And you know, THAT pisses me off more than Sam’s post did. Clarification #2: I’m not pissed any longer since I know that Sam has 100% valid points and my pissoffedness was just the hormones talking.
Mommy wars? Aren’t we done with this already? I can’t help but wonder if the “mommy wars” bullshit isn’t a way to drudge up site traffic and blow something as simple as a lifestyle choice completely out of proportion. You do what you have to do for yourself and your family inorder to survive. As long as you’re kids are fed, clothed [that’s a loose term around here since Ollie sometimes just wears a diaper] and aren’t beaten then you’re doing something right.
The only reason that a “mommy war” even exists is because some people aren’t secure in what they’re doing so they need to go and bash someone else so that they’ll feel better. Clarification #3: I’m NOT aiming that at Sam.
Stop it already, people!
Why do you care what another mother is doing? Does it have a direct impact on you or your family? Is what a mom feeds her kid REALLY going to hurt/maim/dismember you and/or any of your loved ones?
I don’t think so. Live and let live folks. Life is too fucking short to quibble over stuff like this.
I think I’ve decided that I’m about to start my period. Glad I can finally blame these damn rages on something other than the chick next door who lets her kid where Crocs. *shudders*