I truly believe, now more than ever, that women rule the world. You heard me, Mr. President. I am sure that you confer with the missus every morning before a big meeting, as I am sure that Trump or Gates looks for female affirmation as well.
I've worked for a caterer a few times this summer and last, after ten years of being a stay-at-home mom. Now, that, in and of itself, should be retitled by someone. Stay-at-home moms do not stay at home. That being said, my 'mom'ory reminds me of the first time I left my family to go to work...
I was hired as a server. I figured I'd be good at it; I serve people all day. Hey, maybe strangers would even supply me with a thank you when I handed them a napkin! I enjoyed working again. I enjoyed the chats with my peers. I especially enjoyed the car ride with the radio tuned to my music and a hot cup of coffee beside me. What I didn't enjoy was coming home and finding the house looking like I had never lived there or cleaned there or cooked there. The dishes were in the sink. I had to unload the dishwasher before I could reload. Ugh! It was now 11:30 at night and, although I love that my husband was fun daddy, I knew I would be bad mommy come Monday morning. The wash was in the dryer since 7 a.m., when I put it there, wrinkling with every passing second. I folded it. I swept the floor to remove traces of lunch. I went through the mail and the phone calls. It was difficult being away, even for a short time.
You need to understand that I have worked in the same 'office' for ten years. I organize, file, and complete tasks as I see fit. I am the boss. My husband being home with the kids was like me wearing his uniform and taking up the hem. It's just not a good fit.
Yes, he will make sure they are alive when I get home. That's it. The end. His job is over. Men can't seem to multitask, which reassures me that they can't possibly rule the world.
NEVER. NOT EVER!
When I called to check in, fun daddy couldn't even talk because he was probably too overwhelmed or heading out the door for fast food. Truth is, he can take care of the kids OR go to work. Certainly not both and certainly not on the same day.
Does this mean that I will never go back to work? Absolutely not. It just means that I will make a pot of sauce and freeze a meatloaf, just in case. And I will get out the mop bucket on Sunday night.
