Well, I feel pregnant. Yeah, I know I AM pregnant... but that is not the point.
Anyway... I was posting on my pregnancy board and the helpfulness of husbands came up. Even after everything that has changed in recent years, there is still some gender-typing going on isn't there? Women are expected to keep house, cook meals, tend children and still be sweet and available. Men are expected to do heavy lifting, yard work, take out the trash and be providers of safety and shelter. It almost seems as if we are reverting to the times our grandparents were raising children. 1950's middle America is rearing it's head isn't it?
What exactly is middle America these days anyway? I think a lot of people are yearning for the safety and home life of days ago. Pretty little housewives with well behaved children and a husband that works 9-5 to put that Sunday roast on the table. Well, the price of roast has far surpassed the rate of salary growth and even though technology is "more affordable" now, at what price?
Education in this state is an abomination. Our lovely (gag, I didn't vote for the bastard) governor just told schools to cut something like $9 million out of their budgets. In a town that is still the fastest growing in the nation (and yes that includes children, duh) we can't bring teachers in at a fast enough rate or decent enough pay. We have shipped people in from foreign countries, where English is a second language already... still the shortage continues. Kids are being taught in cafeterias and gyms for lack of classrooms. Class sizes are totally out of hand with as many as 40 kids per teacher! Well, how many kids do you guess are being lost in the mix? Hundreds, thousands!
So, do I think some days that the simple life would be better? Move to a small town, have lots of babies, work the land. Sure, it sure sounds like more of a dream than what I'm living with today. Still I am glad to be alive now, to have a roof over my head, nice shoes on my feet and a full belly every night. I am uncertain of the world my child is entering, but the instinct has not changed. I will fight for my children and their future just as many generations before me have.
The simple life after all, ain't so simple.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Do you ever just have one of those days? The days where you swear everyone on the planet has gone bananas? I had one today. Every phone call I took, people couldn't remember who they were calling for or why and expected me to know. People were hanging up and being generally rude. I was mistaken for anyone from someone's mother to their girlfriend. Helllloooooo, I answer the phone with the NAME OF THE BUSINESS. Maybe I am just cranky. I am uncomfortable to say the least... and anemic too I guess. Lovely, eh? Like I'm not having a problem taking a dump already (was that vulgar? Oh well.)
Now I am home and I made dinner... fish, at Matt's request. He wants to eat healthier, but hates healthy food (go figure). He took one bite and acted like a 2 year old who got a whiff of his own diaper. He gagged, spit it in the sink, scrubbed his tongue under hot water and then ate a HUGE bite of brownie to wash it down (so much for health food!). RJ even ate the fish, good points scored there bubby. Matt ended up with a pulled pork sandwich and rice, haha. Silly men, I swear just for that he gets this:
P.S. Don't tell him I made this picture public!! ::snicker::