Yesterday, I was in bed when the kids came in after school. The house was unusually quiet. The lights were off and the kitchen was untouched since morning. Normally I’d rush to greet them, reluctantly closing out any writing that I was working on because there are days I’d rather write than mother. But I couldn’t write. I watched the traffic on my blog knowing that it’d been days since I posted. And I had ideas swirling in my mind. But even blogging moms have sick days.
So my 9-year-old daughter climbs into the bed next to me. “It’s like we have a non-working mom!” she tells me. She didn’t mean non-working as in that hurtful insult unintentionally used by children towards their stay-at-home moms, coming either before of after “dad’s money.” My daughter just knew that Mom was out-of-commission so it was going to be a fend-for-yourself-and-be-quiet-so-I-can-rest kind of afternoon. And as Sweet Brown of YouTube fame would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”
Every mom wants a break from the burn out, but not the kind that’s forced on us. I’d rather my kids be sick than me. Wait. I read that back and that sounds selfish and anti-mom. What I mean is that I’d rather care for them so I can keep up with everything else. Because we all know what happens when there’s a mom down. It throws the household off.
Going to lie down. Thanks for reading.