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.
The nerve.
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I’m linking this up to Top Ten Tuesday over at ohamanda.com. And 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.
I can't stop laughing. And nodding my head.
This is so true! I also love how you ended it with "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." That is so true too!
Amen sista!
So funny yet so true.
It has been so hard for me to accept the fact that nearly everything I do has to be re-done the next day. And especially that I pay twice as much in time for a day 'off'!
Thanks for helping me laugh about it!
Oh, so true. I told my husband Labor Day just meant I had to do what I normally do! And you're right–if I slack off in one area, it does take three times longer the next day. Cute post!
For several years I had my kids convinced that Labor Day was a day when everyone labored. I made it our big clean up day.
LOL! Love this!! I always wonder why I'm so tired. It's because I'm on the clock 24/7. Glad I'm not the only one. 🙂
Girl, no truer (more true?) words have I ever read!
We are at the beach this week, and let me assure you that Mamas do not get a break on vacation either. In fact, I am exhausted! Happy, but exhausted!
While I am thankful to be at the beach, it presents a different level of Mama work!
-Lauren
This great post reminds me of an old comic strip that was in the paper many Labor Days ago. The husband says "Ah, Labor Day — my day to watch TV and take a nap in the hammock!" The teenaged son says "Labor Day — I get to hang out with my friends all day!" The daughter says "Yay, Labor Day! No school and I get to play all day!" And the mom, who is cooking, cleaning, and taking care of everything, says "And for the only one in the family who actually went through LABOR…"
Awesome post! So true… and I do resent it sometimes. Thanks for the laugh!
Love this! I can totally relate! Thanks for the laugh;)
Mommas don’t get sick days either. I started coming down sick the Saturday night before Easter. I managed to make it until after my lesson at church on Easter and then by the grace of God and Ibuprofen I muddled through egg hunts and dinners. As Monday rolled around and the kids still wanted to eat I managed a trip to the grocery with the knowledge my hubby would meet me after to help finish checking out and takes out to dinner. Until, that is, hubby went straight home and spent the night vomiting. Yup. I’ve now gotta push aside sore throat and nasty cough and exhaustion to nurse a sicker hubby. He got to take Tuesday off work. Me? I got to cook, clean up after sick husband, keep children out of the way. I gave up on being sick. No time for that. 🙂
Number nine is so me. I don’t know how many times I have tried to pass out delivery pizza on paper towels only to spot my husband pulling out plates.