Why is it so hard for moms to take care of themselves? Really. I want to hear your ideas, readers (all 5 of you)!
Even now, I am having a difficult time writing this because both of the kids are asleep, miraculously, and there are a plethora of other things to be done around the house. I should be picking up after a chaotic morning. I should be getting things ready to cook for dinner. I should be putting in a load of laundry. I should wipe up that smudge of something I can’t remember because its been there so long. I should call my insurance company…yadda yadda yadda. I am forcing myself to write this.
I was just visiting with another mom-friend of mine and we were talking about how irritating it is that our husbands seem to be able to completely ignore such chores and take care of themselves so naturally. Ignore isn’t even the right word. I believe that somehow beyond my understanding, men simply don’t SEE the tasks laid out before them that are so obvious to us.
Now, this is not a harping session on the husbands. (Though it is often irritating) I believe we could learn a lot from them and how they manage parenthood. But why is it that when faced with the same circumstance of children and household and responsibilities, a man can just say ‘I am going to kick back and do x y z’ and hit the dishes later.
My mind is a constant buzz of scheming and strategizing all day. I work hard at using every opportunity to do all that HAS to be done first, and then if there is time left over after all that, I will take a shower, or have a cup of tea (the luxury!). It feels completely unnatural to shun the tasks at hand and do even the smallest thing for myself.
Why!?
My husband often tells me he doesn’t care if the house is a disaster and the laundry isn’t done if it means that I was able to spend that time on myself somehow. Why do I feel like this is not an option? Everything is an option. Anything is an option! If I am closed off to taking care of myself, what else am I closing off? If I am in a constant state of busyness, what am I missing?
It feels like everyday has a certain routine that is inevitable and monotonous. What if I woke up in the morning (to the sounds of child who needs me) and simply said ‘what’s next?’ instead of ‘here we go again.’