I get up and make the bed, get ready quickly, throw a load of laundry in, unload the dishwasher, feed the family, clean up the kitchen, get the kids clothed, pack lunches, get back packs ready, then load the kids in the mommy-mobile and head to school.
Some days I volunteer in their classrooms, others I make a quick dash to the grocery store or post office. Unless, of course, there's a doctor or dentist appointment. Then I run home to do my part time job, while changing and folding loads of laundry in between tasks. I try to pick up the kids' rooms, put away clothes and toys, sweep, mop (I'll admit that rarely gets done), dust, clean bathrooms. All that just in time to go and pick up the kids from school again, come home and get dinner started. The evening is just as busy.
The thing is...I'm not really complaining about it.
Have you ever seen this 1950's article called The good wife's guide? It's supposedly from an old Housekeeping Monthly magazine but many believe it to be a hoax. I get it via email once every few years. It has points like:
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.Now, I was born in the 70's and raised in the 80's when women would damn well be whatever we pleased and our big shoulder pads would help us break through that infamous glass ceiling. I subscribed to that for a long time, feeling like I needed to move up the corporate ranks so as not to disappoint the women who had blazed the trail for my generation.
In college I was enthralled by my women's studies courses and scoffed in the face of articles like The good wife's guide. I had it all figured out - life, work, the whole shebang. I had even earned a (lower) management position by the time I graduated college.
For the next 10-ish years I worked hard, yet still wondered why I wasn't quite fulfilled in what I was doing. I kept wondering how and when I would figure out exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up.
As we began to green and simplify our lives something changed.
After years of wondering and worrying that I might not ever find my dream job, I realized that it wasn't a career at all that would fulfill me. It was living -- and enjoying -- a good life.
I finally gave myself permission to do the things that I enjoyed.
I began to fall back in love with crafting and sewing, creating things for my home, making gifts for family and friends. I started to cook and bake more and even learned how to preserve and can food. I adopted my great grandmother's motto of "Use it up, wear it out, make due, or do without."
After two years of shopping less, living simply, and enjoying family, activities and nature more, we decided that I would quit my corporate job for a fun, part time job, that allows me to work from home and gives me enormous amounts of flexibility. You know, for mending clothes and helping preschoolers make playdough.
And I do love doing those things. There, I've said it! I love not getting dressed up in uncomfortable clothes and rushing to an office each morning. I love being able to think about things like planning a vegetarian dinner or sewing new curtains.
The feminist in me cringes when she hears that. But this simple new girl just shrugs. I am what I am man. It took me hearing that old Alanis Morissette song on the radio this week to really just accept it all~
I'm broke but I'm happyIndeed.
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five