I just found this post in my drafts. I’m not sure if it had been posted and it takes longer to check than to just post again.
Lately, I have had a song stuck in my head and it is ticking me off. It is the song, “I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and make you never forget you are a man. Cuz I’m a woman.” I don’t want to bring home the bacon and I don’t want to fry it and I wish my man would be a woman sometimes.
I’m too busy fixing breakfast while packing lunch while finding shoes while making sure the correct papers are in the backpack. Or trying to figure out what my two year old is screaming about. Or figuring out where a smell is coming from. Or wondering if when my husband comes home and says, “hey, baby…” if the urine, feces, or disinfectant cleaner scents are what are attracting him because it is not the orange smelling lotion I put on in the morning because citrus is supposed to help with depression because that smell left the minute I left my bathroom and found my kids had taken 15 eggs and 6 hard boiled eggs and hair gel and made a “soup” in the plastic slide in the back yard. And then when my 2 year old starts to scream because he wants to eat eggs, I can’t seem to make him understand that he destroyed all of them. And then making dinner while putting the dishes away so you can put more in the dishwasher while quizzing tomorrow’s spelling test all while having to go the bathroom. This is my day Cuz I’m a woman….
(And I choose to be a stay at home mom!)