As long as I’ve lived with Scout, anytime I had to do some household chore I didn’t want to do I would mentally refer to it as “being the mom”.
Now I am the mom and here’s the reasons (today) that it sucks.
Everyone else in the house is sleeping (Scout, Alex, MIL). I am not.
I have had less than 5 hours of sleep ….
for many nights in a row.
Movers are showing up today and rather than sleeping, I am getting the house final ready for them.
Why am I on the computer? Because Hubs is sleeping in one room and I want to let him sleep. MIL and Alex are sleeping in another room and I want to let them sleep.
And I can’t face closing up the office yet (Picture Joan Cusack in Grosse Pointe Blank for this scene please).
I have been on chairs with screwdrivers taking down curtains. This hurt. This really makes it look like we are leaving home.
I’m so sad, but I don’t have time to sit and cry about it. And just like a mom… what would crying fix anyway?
The odd thing though about this particular day of “being the mom”….
I don’t so much mind it. I don’t mind the being the one taking care of the house… I don’t mind taking on this job.