Crazy busy

Yesterday, my daughter informed me that now that she’s a working mother with teens at home, she finally “gets” me. When I think back to those days long ago when I was in her shoes, I wonder how I did it. I picked up my 1986 journal and look what I found:

Arrive home from work. Empty a load of laundry into the machine, collect the mail, organize the bills, pick up one child from piano lessons, and drop off the other at baseball practice. Leave the oldest listening to “music” while supposedly doing his homework. Throw laundry in the dryer, preheat the oven, remember that the dinner you froze for use tonight was actually eaten three days ago. Forget to turn off the oven. Hop in the car. Drive to the Wawa for cold cuts and bread. Buy a large coffee. Spill it down the front of your new silk blouse. Arrive home and note the silence that announces the dryer cycle has ended and the “permanent press” garments now need ironing. Consider buying new wardrobes for everyone. Gee, it’s hot in the kitchen. Fetch youngest child from baseball practice. Set out cold cuts, bread, slice a tomato or two, think about opening a can of soup. Decide against it. It’s too hot in the kitchen. Turn on the air conditioning, even though it’s only May. Call everyone in to eat.

“Is this all we’re having?”

“Where’s Dad?”
“Mom, you know I don’t like turkey.”

“My teacher says we’re supposed to eat five fruits and vegetables a day. Is tomato a fruit or a vegetable? Anyway, it isn’t five.”

Fantasize about hiring a chef and a nanny. No, wait, fantasize about being abducted by aliens and taken to a remote planet—someplace that looks like Bermuda and where the ideal of beauty is cellulite, stretch marks, and bags under the eyes. Skip the sandwich and dive into a 36-oz. bag of tortilla chips instead. Salsa counts as multiple fruits and vegetables. Right?

 

 

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12 thoughts on “Crazy busy

  1. You need to share this with your daughter! What a great reason you’ve just added to the list of reasons to write, as you took yourself and all of us along with you back to a place that is, in hindsight, really funny.

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  2. I am 52, never married, no kids. I often wonder how people with kids do it because I don;t know that I could go home and deal with more people after spending all day dealing with young people.

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  3. I love the list of so many things packed into one day – could see it all happening, but particularly loved (and laughed) the musings about being taken by aliens. A great piece, Diane! And tortilla chips and salsa definitely counts as a meal. That was my dinner on Wednesday!

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  4. I absolutely loved this slice! First, it has inspired me to keep on writing in my journal. It’s so fun to look back and read. And second, you just made me laugh because I feel like parts of it are my life. Your journals certainly are treasures.

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  5. Are you sure that isn’t my journal??? I always say — I’m living the dream — I just never sleep. I love that you had the same great sense of humor through it all — I agree with Melanie that you should send it to your daughter. It will make her see it is just the way it goes. Thanks for sharing.
    Clare

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