Why Us?
Is there any good reason why mothers/wifes always seem
to be in the middle? You are the one who cares if the
house gets condemned by the sanitation department. You
are the one who is supposed to somehow “know” where
everybody’s stuff is, what goes with what (I’m talking
ties, outfits, etc.). You are supposed to “know” how
to cook nearly everything – or how to find it. You are
supposed to know what is in the fridge. You aren’t
supposed to need any sleep. Why should you possibly
want to have a shower? As for occasionally having a
thought higher than whether the dishes are done or
Junior has socks, the idea is nearly ludicrious.
What’s even better is that it doesn’t seem to matter
whether you work outside the house or not. You’re
still in the middle. I’m a mystery writer. Writing
time is more precious than gold. Still, where’s the
fill-in-the-blank? Is that clean? Nicholas (my son)
has got chocolate frosting all over himself, you
should clean it. What are we having for dinner
tonight?
Don’t mind me, I’m just venting. The problem is, that
I’m having all these problems _and I only have one
kid_. I think I’m just inept, so those of you who have
something hard like 4, please don’t shoot me.
I’m told, by reputable sources that we are supposed to
work out our salvation via this mess, what we blithely
call our lives. I’m told that we are supposed to
“offer it up”.
And I’d snort loudly (and fervently unladylike!) in
response, except when I remember Our Lady, breaking
her heart, standing next to the cross.
~Lucinda Seago