My Monday that was
I would get depressed all over again if I had to go through it all.
About 10 % of my irritation / anxiety / stress yesterday was explained by this that went around on Facebook this morning.
Do i work? Uh yeah i do work… 24 hours a day….why??? Coz I’m a MOM… I am a cook, a cleaner, a parent, a teacher, a referee, a nanny, a nurse, a handyman, a maid, a photographer, a councelor, a chauffer and a comforter… I don’t get holidays, sick pay or any days off…. I work through the DAY and NIGHT…. Am on call 24 hours!!! Now tell me your job is harder than mine….
This is just the mom part of my life. Of every working mother’s life.
Just like the father, I have a full-time job too.
Yet, I don’t get to come home before my wife and then sulk because there’s no food on the table. Sit back and watch her cover books and look for a zillion little pictures in magazines that till today I don’t get the point of.
I don’t get to not worry about stationary, plastic covers, where the sellotape is.
But like I said. That was just 10 % of my frustration.