It just hit me—I am the mom. I am the one that gets to do the things no one else wants to do. Remember all the shit your mom had to clean up? Yeah, that’s me now. Dog shit, boogers, barf…you name it. Remember that shit you would walk by and pretend you didn’t see? Yeah, that’s my husband. “What? I didn’t see it.”And I believe him—god bless that fucker, it’s like living with an idiot savant. He can get through med school but he doesn’t know where the forks are and he certainly never knows when he spills his coffee…every morning…on the floor…drip frickin drop. The coffee drips aren’t the problem today. No, today I discovered something extra sucky. An entire bottle of creamer spilled down the back of my refrigerator and is now a sticky pool of pestilence underneath my vegetable drawer. Just once I would like to be the person that didn’t see it—just keep walking. But no. I’m in the Mom National Guard and when the shit hits the fan, I get called to duty.
Gahh. This blows.
14
Jul
08
It’s so true! I don’t remember signing up for that
We really should have read the fine print before we signed up for this whole mom thing. At least, that’s what I thought this morning while picking up cat poop from my basement floor.
Funny, now that you mention it, I don’t remember seeing that rule on the marriage license or birth certificate paperwork either.
Amen, sister, Amen!! but as a bonus we get to be the ones babies want to be with more than anyone in the whole world and that first smile in the morning when baby wakes up and sees your face? Priceless!!
Why is it that they don’t see it? How do they not “remember” that the dishwasher is empty and waiting for the dirty ones to be put in it when they were the ones that just emptied it? How do they not see the trash can 3 inches from their dirty napkin?
I don’t get it. If you figure it out please let me know!