So What DO You Do All Day?

I promise that this isn’t going to be another manifesto about stay-at-home moms, work-at-home moms and work-away-from-home moms. Because really, what I’m about to talk about isn’t about inter-mommy fighting. It’s about the perception of stay-at-home and work-at-home moms in general, by everyone. Because even after almost a year and a half, I still have people who think I am available at a moment’s notice, that I have a surplus of time on my hands, or that I won’t mind if my time is wasted.

And many of those same people also roll their eyes at my insistence on a semblance of a schedule for the day. But you see, I work and raise a baby. To get housework, meal planning, interaction with a baby and my various jobs all done, I need to know I have chunks of time carved out to meet goals. What I do all day is completely doable – and don’t think I’m about to brag or whine. Nor should you think I’m saying I do more than you. I’m saying I do as much as you, and just as you need a schedule to get through the day, so do I. And just like your time is valuable, mine is as well.

So with that in mind, I decided today to keep a sort of running diary of what I was doing. Thanks to my iPhone, I just kept a dialogue on my notes app, and then uploaded it.  It was another thing to do today, but I think it is a pretty good representation of a typical Wednesday for us.

On Rape, Rape Jokes and Why People Like Kidd Kraddick and Daniel Tosh Make Them

Sorry to leave you again and then suddenly swoop in with something important to say. Got a little busy with something (I’ll explain later), and neglected this baby, even though I hit 100 posts recently. I’ll try to pop in more frequently – in fact, I’ve promised a few people a couple of recipes, so expect that soon, as well as some cross pollinating on a couple of other sites.

But what dragged me away from an horrible All-Star Game (really, AL? Behind by 8?) tonight was something I’ve been ruminating on all day, in between cutting up grilled cheese and pouring sippies of milk: Why people think rape is funny, or at least OK to joke about.

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When You Burst Into Tears at Chik-Fil-A …

I know I’ve been absent and in my stead I left you a bunch of enjoyable music that was totally not the same thing as blogging. It’s been a crazy few weeks here, but I promise I’m getting off my butt this week and really actually writing again.

Some of the crazy is just the normal stuff you see happen in any household with a toddler. Other parts were some random blips that just added to the craziness. One of the things I pride myself on is the fact that the three of us are pretty laid back, roll with it individuals, so when crazy comes up, we assess, and move some stuff around to accommodate it. Hi, nutty week. Come sit next to “toddler knows how to take diapers off now.”

But one of the things that has been going on came to a head today. I’m fairly certain I’m going to cry while I write this. I’m also fairly certain that I will laugh, which means that you should be so happy there’s no webcam footage, because ugly cry plus laughter equals snot.

Let me start by telling you about our dog, Bandit. Bandit and Mr. Not Martha were a package deal when we met. He had been T’s first roommate after purchasing the home we now live in. His approval or disapproval certainly wouldn’t have put the brakes on our romance, but let’s just say – Bandit’s opinion mattered.

And when I first met Bandit, he was spry. He demanded walks. He could leap up on our bed – much to my dismay after purchasing a new duvet and finding a Bandit-sized dirt stain on it the next day after work. 

We are very bad bloggers!!!

Oy! We certainly did take a long break! Sorry about that – life got busy! We’ll be cracking again next week, for sure, but in the meantime, go see what we’ve been up to over at Parenthood.com!
 

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