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Thursday, July 05, 2012

Uggs n' Txs

Tonight, I had everything planned out. Dinner, bath time, bedtime. Log in and work on a current project, get some blogging done, check my networks, answer emails. Yup, I had a plan. Funny how those things don't always work out when you're a mom.


Baby is sick. Hubby is sick. Older daughter feeling left out and complaining about an aching toe/ear/hair follicle that requires IMMEDIATE attention (and a Phineas & Ferb Band-Aid.) Garbage has to go out, laundry has to get  done, lunch needs to be made.

Just then, the baby started wailing in her crib, and wouldn't be consoled until I lifted her out for a "bit o' rockin'." Her feverish forehead rested on my shoulder and she clasped her little arms around my neck, causing me to immediately burst into a sweat. Finally, she settled.

My "plan" had crumbled around me. I'll be honest, I had a moment or two (or 10) of bitter, bitter resentment. I don't think there's a mom out there who hasn't felt that at least once (and those who say they haven't are lying through their teeth.) Why did I have kids again? I asked myself, between clenched teeth.

Then I watched this:


It is the toughest job. Unpaid, long hours, no dental, unexpected emergencies, demanding clients. Thankless, dirty, emotionally draining tasks. Taxing physical challenges, multiple and simultaneous deadlines. No pension.

But I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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