(Spring-Summer, 2003) -- Now I am a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom). But before kids I was in the world of academia. I ran adult education programs (which really is nothing like adult movies or adult bookstores) at a state university. I got a charge out of making lists and checking things off as I got them done. Checking was a terrific motivator. In fact, I was known to add items to my list that I’d already done – just to check them off.
But I’d retired my daytimer once I left the paid work world to stay home. After all, I didn’t have courses to schedule, students to check up on, instructors to negotiate with. Just a 2 year old and an infant. I’d have no problem getting things done -– I’d have all day to take care of things, right?
Wrong. Roger comes home at the end of the day and I shove Reed at him. Take him! I exclaim. And Tessa too. They’ve kept me from doing anything on my To-Do list! Roger is kind enough not to mention that I’m still in my pajamas.
Dishes are piled up almost as high as the laundry. We’re running out of formula and wipes, since I didn’t quite make it to Costco. I have no idea what we’ll have for dinner tonight. It could be Cheerios, except that we’re also out of milk.
And for all I know we could be in danger of having our electricity shut off. Or the phone or the sewer. The bills are in disarray, and my once perfect system for paying bills at just the right time has been shattered. I have no clue about our financial picture.
How did my mom do this? She had three kids and I have only two.
I have plunged from being a valued employee to an incompetent, bathrobe-clad lame-o who is incredibly busy all day (24 hours!) but gets nothing done.
Tomorrow I'll at least get dressed. And check that off my list.