This is why

I just don't understand how other women do it. How do they work, take care of their family, keep their house clean, manage their finances, keep in shape, keep up with groceries, and whatever the hell else they do! I just don't understand.

Lets take my mother for example. I am starting to believe my mom was the ultimate super woman. Our house was spotless all the time (and it was not a small house). You couldn't tell we had two birds, two cats, and two kids living in that house. The laundry was religiously done on Wednesday and Saturday. The shopping was religiously done every other Friday. The litter box was clean, the bird cage was practically poop free (and if you have ever had a bird you know how impossible a task that is). She found time to spend with my dad and her kids. She did this with minor complaining and still managed to get to bed by 9 every night and keep up with her reading! AND she worked a good 50 hours a week...with a 30 minute commute...one way! I just don't know how she did it.

Me, well hell, I haven't balanced the check book in a month. The pile of receipts in my wallet is getting so thick I can't close the thing anymore. My fitness routine has fallen by the wayside, my dinners have become chicken nuggets and pasta. I have had the cable box sitting next to the TV for a month and still haven't returned it to the mall. My car's emissions have to be tested and I haven't done it yet...my registration expires Sunday.

I think my problem is sleep. I need to get at least 10 hours of sleep a night. When I don't get 10 hours I am not a nice person to be around. If I go too many nights in a row without 10 hours I physically get sick...like throw up by the side of the road sick. Now, one would think 14 hours is a good amount of time to get stuff done in the day right? Um, no, not so much. Take into consideration getting ready time and drive time and you eliminate 2 hours...were down to 12. Take out the 8.5 hours a day I work and we are down to 3.5 hours a day. I have to cook, work out, clean, pay bills, balance the check, attempt to keep in touch with family and friends, make time for ballet, soccer, swimming, and t-ball. When do I get to spend time with my husband? When do I get to read a book that makes me cry so hard I can't read the page anymore? When do I get me time?

This is what I struggle with. This is why my poor blog is neglected. This is why I eat two ice cream cones instead of dinner. This is why I am crabby with my husband. This is why sometimes the cat runs out of food and I don't notice. This is why.

1 comment:

Meredith said...

I think you need a vacation. Perhaps in Florida... so you can visit me :-)