It was because of Rachel’s post that I decided to drive the extra few minutes to the downtown Y to get my trot on, and who was there burning up the treadmill but the hoofing blogger herself. Still, I did not gather the courage to speak. My face was red, I was out of breath and who wants to introduce themselves that way for the first time? Not me, apparently.
I did a lot of staring though. So, I write this post to apologize to Pippin’s mom. The girl with the slow jog and hairy eyeball was me. Next time I’ll be sure to say hi.
P.S. Rachel, tell Eric Spears I miss him. And that his I’m at Lunch blog should come back to life.
truedadconfessions makes me sad:
Sorry sweetie, but being a SAHM DOES make you my slave. Just because you half-assed at a job while you were waiting for a naive sucker like me to put a ring on your finger does NOT mean you know what I’m going through at work. I’m a white male, so I don’t have any “special interests” groups eagerly waiting to jump in on my behalf if I get fired, so unlike YOU, I actually have to DO WORK to keep my job. And as the sole bacon-provider for this family, I make the money that pays for EVERYTHING. The roof over your head, the copious amounts of food you cram into your fat face, the computer (and high-speed internet) you plop your ever-widening ass in front of all frickin’ day. You, a grown woman, are as dependent on me as our children. I pay for you entire existence.
And as far as your “job” being as stressful and important as mine - are you trying to make me die from laughing so you can collect the insurance money?! You talk about being a maid, cook, chauffeur, nanny and blah blah blah - but LOOK AROUND - the house is a
mess, the only meals served in this house come from boxes, when I come home the kids are telling me about all the crap they’ve watched on TV all day! What the hell is it you do that’s so tiring?! You don’t clean, you don’t cook, you don’t have to drive anywhere that’s more than 20 minutes away - hell, most days it seems that you don’t even shower or
make the minimal effort required to look like a half-decent human being! You have a dishwasher, a vacuum cleaner, a washing machine and dryer. My mother did a LOT more than you do, with a helluva lot less. THAT’S why she hates you. And damn me for not listening to her when she warned me about you.
If you don’t like it, put the kids in daycare and get a job - I won’t stop you. No? You’re not going to do that? Yeah… I didn’t think so. Shut your complaining food-suction hole, realize how good you’ve got it, and don’t make a fuss if you have to put my shoes in the closet or clean the beer cans I left on the coffee table. And don’t you DARE tell me to “pull my weight” around the house, bitch, because I’ve got the house, the cars, the bills, the food, the clothes, the kids and YOU all chained to MY fucking back - and I’m carrying all of that weight on MY shoulders ALONE.
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