Just a little rant. . .

It’s been a while. But I’ve got something to say and this is quite likely the best place to say it.

I wish to GOD that people would stop posting all those melodramatic posts about what it means to be a mother.

Don’t get me wrong – I know being a mom is a tough (tuff) job – but come on people! It’s not like you’re working in the salt mines or digging ditches in 100 degree heat all day!

The tone of all these posts that get circulated on the internet is that somehow being a mother is akin to being in shackles and that there is absolutely no respite or appreciation or compensation for the job.

I call bullshit!

I don’t get why all these women who wanted a home and family are now so bent on getting attention and recognition for their ‘sacrifices’.  It wasn’t a sacrifice — it was a choice. A choice women since the dawn of time have made. And they made it knowing that it would change their lives. Mostly for the better.

Despite all the mewling and whining and ‘woe-is-me’ out there, I believe most women who have been mothers or are mothers just get on with the job of being mom. That includes being wife, housecleaner and chief bottle washer. They get up each morning with a smile and greet their families without the marks of self-flaggelation upon their backs.

You don’t see a gazillion weepy-penned articles or posts about what it means to be a dad.  If all these women crying the blues think they’ve got it so bad, think they’re so under-appreciated and under-valued, why don’t they try being the dad for awhile. Gain a little perspective, then talk about sacrifice.

I was a mom. I loved it. Not every day did I love it, but 93% of the time I have to say, I completely loved my job. To me, it was the most important thing I could ever do in my life. Raising a child, teaching him, guiding him, providing for him. I chose that, no one forced me into it.

I was lucky, I had a husband who worked full time while I stayed home. Occasionally I worked at a part-time job when we wanted extra money for holidays or some big purchase. But mostly, I got to be at home – a place I took pride in, a place I felt blessed to have, a place I knew was my responsibility to keep clean and maintain as a trade-off for being a stay-at-home wife and mother.

I don’t get how the women in these posts and articles feel they need all this validation. They’re constantly bemoaning the fact hat their husbands come home and question them about what they did all day when they walk in the door to chaos and no supper. Well, I question that, too.

What the hell are they doing all day? Surfing Pinterest for the next great birthday theme so that they can impress all the other whiny-mommies? Or, perhaps it’s searching for butt and ab exercise routines that can be done in under 20 minutes? No, more than likely it’s for smoothie recipes to help them lose weight.

And, if it’s not Pinterest, then they’re probably on FaceBook or Twitter or just texting to complain about how hard their little lives are. Meanwhile their kids are being ignored, the house is a mess and they don’t get why their husbands are  no longer attracted to them.

It’s time for women to stop acting like martyrs. Time for them to step up, do their job, and do it well. Time for them to stop begging on social medial for respect and acknowledgement. Nobody, except movies stars and athletes, gets to do that.

You’re a mom — get used to it.

 

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Sunday, March 23rd and apart from the sunshine you wouldn’t know it’s Spring

I know that I tend to gripe about the cold.  I can’t help it.  Despite having lived my entire life in places where winter is the longest season, I just can’t get over it.

Friday was the first official day of Spring, and the forecast for next week?  Expect January-like temperatures.  The projected high for Tuesday is supposed to be a balmy -18 degrees Celsius.  Yay.  Can hardly wait.

I’ve been keeping my bedroom window open at night in the misguided belief that it’s NOT THAT COLD, and THE FRESH AIR WILL DO US GOOD.  What I got for my troubles was a sore throat and a sinus cold.  Yay, Again.

We had a good lot of snow this winter and last week most of it melted.  Creating lovely, goopy, slimy mud pits everywhere.  The street I live on in my idyllic little rural community are not paved.  They are gravelled.  But, I was happy that the snow was gone out of my driveway, and that at least I could see the gravel again.  But, then, the local idiots decided that tearing up and down our side street and four-wheel driving through the muck in their Mazda hatch-back and sore-excuse for a sports-truck would be fun.  They made a grand mess of the road and the boulevard.

Yet another sign that Spring has arrived.  And, here’s another. . .

The husband took matters into his own hands and went after one of them.  Talked to a dad of one of the boys and told him the police would be called next time it happened.  Barricades went up the next day.  Hope the two are related.  The traffic has been a lot more sedate since, however.

Now things are frozen again.  I guess we’ll see what happens when Spring decides to stick around.

I can’t wait for Spring to really arrive.  I’m thinking it might be for real somewhere around Easter.  Until then I’ve got Pinterest.

 

July 26, 27 & 28

Days 208 – 210 — It’s 7:47 Monday morning.  It’s going to be another cool day here in Bon Accord.  The weather we’ve had this past weekend made me feel like Fall is coming.  Saturday the high was 18, Sunday 16 and today — 17.  I took a look at the long-range forecast praying that it was going to get better, and, it does. Starting tomorrow there is a warming trend.  And it looks like it will last straight through the month of August!  Yeah!

It was so cool yesterday that I wore jeans, a long-sleeved denim shirt and a vest to work on the yard.  Tim wore a heavy sweatshirt while he worked on the pergola.  The sun barely peeked through all day, and it put me in mind of all those stupid dooms-day stories where the sun is blocked out by clouds of radiation or dust or whatever and the earth becomes a cold and miserable ball of straggling humanity that burns whatever it can find in effort to create warmth and comfort.  And there is no rainbow, ever.

Yes, I know.  A little drastic in light of a few days of cool, rainy weather.  But, still — this is July!  It’s supposed to be hot and sunny!  I’ll put on those jeans again today, finish my yardwork and be glad that tomorrow the sun will come out.

June 18th & 19th

Days 170 and 171 — Quiet days.  Work is slogging along — everyone can feel the end is near, we just can’t quite see it yet. . .

Attended my youngest grandson’s Pre-school ‘grad’ last night.  Very cute.  But you can tell that the little ones are done.  Ethan spent part of the performance — which wasn’t even 10 minutes long — crawling around on his hands and knees after another little guy who ran and squealed with laughter.  It was hilarious.

Had intended to go for an evening walk, didn’t have the energy.  My throat is bothering me again, but I think poplar fuzz might be the culprit this time.

Sigh.

June 4th

Day 156 — A gorgeous, though windy, day.  Work went smoothly, though it’s getting harder and harder to motivate the kids.  They’re done.  They don’t want to be in school anymore.  Neither do most of the staff.  But it’s not that much longer — a few weeks — and let’s face it, teachers will try to get the kids outside as much as possible.  So, it’s not that terrible, really.

Spent an hour and a bit last night watching my youngest grandson at soccer.  These little guys are so cute.  They don’t actually play soccer — just run around with a ball and play a few games like “What Time is it Mr. Wolf? and Red Light, Green Light”. Honestly though, I think  the biggest attraction for them is when they get to break for snack.  You’d think they’d never seen a wedge of watermelon or a slice of orange before!  It’s hilarious.  But all part of that group social activity they need at that age.

It was a nice little break in my otherwise work-overload week.  I sat on the grass, smiled and even managed to read a few pages of my book.  Score!

May 13th

Day 134 — A gorgeous day.  Tim and I got started on staining the deck.  Not that we actually put a drop of stain on the deck yet. . . oh, no there are far too many steps to prep the deck before you can apply stain.  It just kills me — what you think is going to be a simple two hour job ALWAYS turns out to be something that takes the better part of a week.  Especially when you have to do it after your work day.  Sigh.  I love being a homeowner.

May 4th & 5th

Days 125 & 126 – The weekend.  It was lovely.  Warm.  Hot, really.  My leg was feeling much better and I managed to do a bit of yard work.  My grandkids came for a sleepover.  We took them frogging.  Didn’t catch a one, didn’t see nary a one, either.  Because, like all little children, they’re much too noisy to catch frogs.  Good thing for the frogs.  But, we went out armed with buckets and twigs and cans and rubber boots and sloshed through the sodden fields and then over to the slough.  They had a grand time.  And so did Grandpa and me.

Sunday, I went to my brother and sister-in-law’s for supper.  He made beer-butt chicken.  Delicious!  However, the dessert was to die for:  vanilla bean ice-cream with fresh strawberries and blackberries with — get this — chocolate infused balsamic vinegar — drizzled on top.  Seriously, it was amazing.

A fantastic weekend weatherwise — far overdue.

April 23rd

Day 114 — The Spring sunshine shone for half a day today!  Rejoice!  Then it looked like it was going to snow — again.  But!  it didn’t.  It just never warmed up as much as it was supposed to.  I guess the upside is that the melt is very slow and that is a good thing.  The moisture is going deep into the ground — not being blown away on the wind.  I just want some green!  Please!

April 22nd

Day 113 – I was dragging my butt around all day because I had such an awesome weekend.  The mind thinks it’s 25 years old still, but the body is sayin’ it just ain’t so.  Ah well, I had fun and that’s what matters.

April 18th

Day 109 —  Canada, eh?  We’ve still got tons of snow here; it’s slowly melting — maybe by the 1st of May we’ll see some green stuff.  But, meanwhile the geese are trying to make the best of it.  Here’s a handsome pair I saw yesterday just off the road across from where I live.

Out for a  stroll

Out for a stroll

Standing guard

Standing guard

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