I recently went on a ‘mommy strike’ and have been sharing my experiences about it in a ‘logbook’ type fashion on Facebook. Much to my surprise, the response has been overwhelming and I have been asked to share it more publicly. So here it is…my very own blog.
Please feel free to share:) I have a feeling I am not the only crazy working mother out there!!
Thursday, 4 October 2012
October 2nd, 2012
Striking Mother Log Book Day Two: I have learned many things today. Cereal left sitting in milk in the bowl begins to stink much sooner than one would expect. Quinn likes to cut a lot of paper to make crafts and although the dogs will chew the paper, they will not actually eat it but spit it back out. I once thought I had an excessive amount of glassware…it really doesn’t last that long and the entire stock is now sitting on my counter. If you leave the dishwasher open all day long with dirty dishes, the extra large dog will eventually lick the entire thing clean. Which begs me to question if the children will think its actually clean and proceed to use the dishes in the morning? My family room must have magical powers that allows the children to think it is a closet, laundry basket and garbage can all rolled into one. Who knew?? Although I thought Peyton was onto me last night and the experiment had been compromised there is no need to panic. It appears that last nights clean up was a random one off. Whew!! Today she sat down for dinner and looked at the soggy cereal in her spot and exclaimed “EWWWWW, what it THAT??” As she pushed the bowl towards me, I simply said “Why that looks like your breakfast my love” and I walked away. She is no longer my favourite…the dog is, at least he is doing dishes. I fear my sweet Olivia is actually happy with her current surroundings. I blame this on any genetic material shared with my sister. Dylan may snap before me. That is what I call 13 years of training well spent. For those of you who know me well, this is testing all my Type A personality has to offer. But I smiled as I washed my one mug, one glass, one plate and one fork and hid them away for me to use tomorrow. I must confess that I cradled the pinsesol bottle lovingly in my arms for a brief moment and then wiped a small inconspicuous spot on the counter. Then I picked up my purse, drove to the Liquor Depot (it looks like I may need more ‘lunch bags’) and then went and got my nails done. They look so lovely, if I do say so myself.