Fridays

I just got off the phone with my husband where I subjected him to my normal Friday afternoon meltdown. It was the normal conversation and it went something like, "I cannot spend one more day at home alone with the children. Can I resign this position? No. It's not fair! You can resign from your job any time you want to!" My husband, who is an extremely wise man, decided to just go along with the rant and said that it is true that he could resign his postion anytime and that I can't. He also always says that he knows I can do it and that I am good at what I do.

On these Friday afternoons I often think about the old sitcom joke where moms are sitting around in the afternoon drinking heavily. I am here to tell you that after five years of devoting my life to the raising of children, it's no joke. I can honestly see how women would just tune out and take a drink or two to get them through to the weekend.

What to do? I can't sit around ranting all afternoon. I can't resent the fact that my husband is working hard to provide us with what we need while I am working hard to get grass stains out of my son's church pants again. I can't just sit in a corner sipping a glass of wine while letting the children go hog wild. Sigh.

What I probably need to do is re-focus. Not look at the drudgery of what I am being asked to do but instead look at the little blessings that have been entrusted to me. I need to stop focusing on the fact that for the fifth morning in a row, my two year old has gone in and wreaked havoc in the bathroom instead of washing her hands for breakfast like she was asked to do. Instead I should dwell on the fact that she has asked every afternoon this week to listen to her brother's VBS songs and has sung along to them at the top of her voice while dancing around the living room. Maybe then I wouldn't have my normal Friday afternoon breakdown.