My mother told me that it was a woman's curse..and she wasn't freakin' talking about my period. Her explanation of the curse was this: No matter where I am, as a mother or wife, and regardless of what I am doing, I will be involved, even if I don't have a scrid of control. (You know that crap marketing team for Hallmark? I believe they came up about this phrase: Behind any successful man or child there is some sort of tired woman/mother. The person that glorified this? I want to punch them in the freakin' throat. ) A couple of examples of how I am always involved even though, I don't want to be:
The new Wang family stove (for which in 3 days I have cooked nuggets, Pepperidge Farm Garlic Bread and shrinky dinks): On Thursday, the stove was supposed to be delivered during a window of 7:30 to 9:30. I coordinated the plumber to be there no later than 7:45 to unhook the gas and to re-hook (or whatever that is called.) I was told that we were second on the list for the delivery. Ching was "working from home" and I told him that I didn't think the delivery would be later than 8:00. At 8:45, at work, I get a call from Ching that the delivery hasn't happened yet. What, in God's name, am I supposed to do? I am at work and Ching.."working from home?" Freakin' deal with it..
On a separate occasion, I like the text that says that there are not diapers or wipes in the diaper bag. Sucks for you Ching Wang. I would checked prior to your outing. While you may think it involves me..it doesn't..
And dinner..I make it every night for the girls. Have you ever noticed what I put on those cheap plastic plates? Maybe not, because while I am away at dinner..the text of what should I do for dinner? Really?
For the love of God..I don't think I could run away even if I tried..
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