A woman’s work (is never done)

Friday, May 2, 2008

What I should do, tomorrow, is walk out the door with a smile and a ‘see you tomorrow, have fun!’.

Instead, I make pages of notes and suggestions. A routine with details of every half hour that I won’t be here (along with the idea that routines are flexible, this is merely an idea of how things normally go, I’m not a complete routine nazi).

I will make sure the diaper bag is full of necessities, the bottles are cleaned, the water is boiled, the high chair and booster seat are clean, the fridge is stocked with milk and ham, the pantry has crackers and cookies, the toys are organized, the clean clothes are sorted, the double stroller is at the ready, Callum’s car seat is transferred to Mark’s car, and that my cell phone is charged.

Never mind leaving for 24-28 hours like I am tomorrow morning, I basically do this just to leave the house for 2 hours. And yet, when Mark goes to work or on a business trip, he leaves with a ‘have a nice day’.

Am I the only sucker out there?  Should I have just left them to fend for themselves?  I mean really, how much damage could be done in a day if I just let them figure things out as they go?

Instead, I attempt to make things easier for everyone, to reduce the stress and the tears, and my own anxieties.  Is life actually easier when I make it into a military operation?  I’m still figuring that one out.

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