adj. 1) the best; 2) the greatest, in a certain category or universally.
“Women are the Shiznit.”
I don’t know how women do it, yet I’m one of them. I keep thinking I’ve gotta be the busiest mom alive but then I look around and realize a third of the women I work with are moms. Some of them have more than one child. Sometimes I still wonder if they are as busy as I am but I can’t flatter myself, I’m sure they have it just as bad.
After putting in 9-10 hours at work, including a couple pumping breaks, coming home, gladly taking my daughter out of my husband’s hands to give him a break and let him do the things he wants to do. I feed her a gazillion times, play with her, pet the dog, put her to bed, and give my husband attention (and doing this all on a minimum amount of sleep, mind you, because someone (I’m not going to mention any names) is waking up more in the middle of the night again) there’s no time left for me. None. And I don’t even cook! I do do some laundry now since we’re cloth diapering, but everything else? It’s forgotten.
My house is a disaster–Not that I really care. My husband does manage to straighten up from time to time (ok, more than I do, I’ll admit!). But I’m just saying, if I added in all of the extra things I want to do that aren’t really fun, like cooking a home made family meal a few times a week, and cleaning, I really wouldn’t have time for things I really like to do like shopping, blogging, or making some hair bows for my daughter, or a new leash set for my poor neglected dog, or this thing called sleep.
On my day off I try my best not to ask my husband to do things for our daughter because I know he does it all week, and I’ve missed her, so I want to spend time with her. But at the end of the day, when she’s finally in bed, I’m actually getting a chance to open my laptop, reply to emails, and fulfill my side jobs, but I get a guilt trip for staying up late alone. Plus, during these late night internet escapades, I’m sacrificing precious sleep to have a few moments to do this… Blog. A hobby I feel slipping away–Drowning underneath the tide of my busy schedule.
Alas, here I am. Writing away. Complaining. So no more of that.
But really, I’m just pondering about my life, and the business of it all. It’s kind of funny. Especially when I consider much of my business at home consist of imprinting my butt cheeks into the sofa while I feed my daughter. I’ve tried multitasking, but after a scare with a hot glue gun and sticky baby hair, I decided it’s best if I confine the multitasking while nursing to my iPhone.
I’m used to being able to do it all. Balance a gazillion things at one time. Run from one obligation to another, and collapse at the end of the day. Now, I’m passing opportunities I normally would give my right arm for, because I really and truly don’t have time. I don’t like saying no, but it’s a word I’d had to add to my vocabulary.
I used to think if I was a superhero I’d want the ability to read minds. Now I think if I was a superhero I’d want the ability to live without sleep. How cool would that be? I’d have eight whole hours to myself (minus middle of the night feedings). I wouldn’t have to feel guilty because everyone would be asleep and I could just get things done.
There’d be 3am trips to Wally World, late night vacuuming, and menu planning. Probably another job somewhere in the mix. Ah. If only I had super powers.
But really, us women. We are superheros. I don’t see men doing all of the things we do. And when they attempt to do half of it they whine the whole time.
My husband? He gets a break when I’m off work. Me? I get a break at 1am. Or in this case, 10pm cause they’re both already in bed.
I don’t need a cape and tights to prove I’m the shiz. It’s written on all over my face.
PS: Thank you SO MUCH for your encouraging words on my last post! Hubby and I are in dire need of a date… I think but no need in beating myself up about it! We went out with baby today but hopefully in the next week or so it’ll be sans Lil’ J.