Moms don’t even get weekends.
Here’s a list of ten things that prove my point. Keep in mind that this is by no means an exhaustive list. Exhausting, maybe.
10. Every single day . . . whether rain, shine, Christmas or even my birthday . . . . every single person in my family . . . eats.
9. Not only do they insist on eating, but they all refuse to eat without using dishes of some sort.
8. Even if I do pretend that I don’t have to clean the kitchen on a holiday (like I did yesterday), it just means I have to work harder the next day, soaking/scraping the spaghetti-encrusted dishes.
7. Daughters don’t necessarily choose non-holidays to cover their faces in newly-gifted-by-grandma-hot-pink-lipstick.
6. Clothes-not-hung-up-out-of-principle on a holiday, are just . . . clothes-not-hung-up on the day after a holiday.
5. Lemonade can still spill on holidays.
4. A five-minute pick-up time skipped on a holiday means a 20 minute pick-up time is required on the day after the holiday. (I know that doesn’t make mathematical sense, but it’s true.)
3. Children still argue on holidays.
2. Holidays generally happen on the day before non-holidays, and therefore . . . clothes still have to be put out, lunches have to be made, and dishwashers have to be started. At least, that’s what a slob-in-recovery has to do.
1. And the number one proof that Mamas don’t get holidays? Even though every person in my family is fully aware that Monday (a HOLIDAY this week!) is Laundry Day, not a single one of them is willing to wear dirty undies until next Monday rolls around.
I want to be clear, in case anyone comes over from there who doesn’t “know” me yet . . . I passionately love being a mom. It’s my chosen life’s work, and I am blessed and privileged to have the joy of this non-stop-never-ending-who-knew-it-would-be-this-hard-or-this-wonderful job.