For as long as I can remember I have never liked holidays. As a kid, I absolutely hated being cooped up with my family, unable to do any of my normal stuff like play with friends or go to the mall. I just felt bored, disconnected. I was always thrilled to get back to normal life.
So it's not surprising that I still dislike holidays for much the same reason---I am cooped up with my family, unable to enjoy the normal day-to-day routine of my life. Except now I'm the mom, not the kid. Which makes me think that the problem is me. Common denominator and all.
A 4- or 5-day holiday like Thanksgiving, which drags on from Wednesday through Sunday, is tolerable for about 3 days. But after that, I seriously start to lose my mind.
My routine with the boys is completely off-kilter with N and D being home. I mean it is their home and they should be able to enjoy themselves here and relax. But this home is also my 24/7/365 place of employment from which I never get a break. When they are home, they don't have to mess with homework or project deadlines, be well behaved in class or answer questions from colleagues. But I still have to do laundry, fix supper, give baths, pay bills, clean up toys, go to the grocery, etc, all the while watching N and D enjoy their "days off." And I'd be lying if I said it didn't totally piss me the hell off. Especially by days 4+.
I tell myself this is one of the problems with being a stay-at-home mom, but I don't know that it would be any better or different if I worked.
I would likely be even more ticked off knowing that I was technically "off work," but still having to do all my mom work while N and D got to relax.
One just can't seem to win in this mom business.
No comments:
Post a Comment