I am gonna toot my own horn for a minute. I am a damn good wife. I keep my house clean, cook from scratch ( we aren't talking hamburger helper here folks), rarely ever ask for help with the kids, I don't go out, I don't ask for fancy gifts.... You get the picture. The only price the husband has to pay is hearing me bitch every now and then. Which would be a lot less if he would get off his ass or pick up after himself sometimes.
This is a typical day. Me- up at 6, doing laundry, getting the kids dressed, making them a hot breakfast... You get the point. Him- up at whatever time he rolls out of bed, hey babe I'm going to so and so's house to hang out before I go to work. Have a great day and try to rest (this is when in my mind I smack him upside the head with a hot frying pan). Don't get me wrong he is a hard working man. He bust his ass to take care of us, but once that time clock reads clock out......
Sometimes at the end of the day I am proud of myself for not turning to a life of drugs like some childhood friends have. I mean there is only so much screaming and crying one person can take ya know. Then after I am done with that I get up and take care of the kids.... HA HA I have jokes. Seriously though as a mother we just have to pat ourselves on the back some times. The stuff we do is amazing. To put other peoples lives ahead of our own. That is serious stuff people. I know women who have like 8 or so kids look at me and think oh she acts like she has a lot of work to do. 3 is enough for me! God knew what he was doing when he didn't allow me to have more kids. Don't even count the extra money it cost, he figured I was crazy enough already. When you consider each of my children count as 2.... If you were around them you would agree.... then add the extra kids normally at my house... Well I have a football team for sure. I have a lot of respect for families that let God decide how many children they should have. I am not quite sure if they are saints or just plain crazy (That's a joke girls). Luckily God stopped us when he knew we were at our limit. I'm here to tell ya if we wouldn't have been told that having another baby could kill me, well we might have been crazy enough to have a few more. That is a scary thought!
I got off track though. I was supposed to be talking about how I was gonna be a man in my next life. Let's face it they have it way easier than women. I want to raise my boys to be good men. I want them to know how to cook cand clean properly. I will admt that I focus teaching that stuff more to Maddy. Primitive thinking maybe. As much as I think men have it easier I wouldn't want to give up what women are given. We get to grow a child from our womb. We get to feed that child from our breast. We get to have the magic kisses and special healing powers. There is no one else like mommy. Dad doesn't know how to cut crust off the sandwich the right way. He can't whip up homeade playdough. He can't tuck them in the right way or put just the right amount of bubbles in the bath. Face it, men have it easier, but we are better :) I am ok with that.
I would be ok with looking like a supermodel too........
