I could however use a day off.
Just one little day when I don't have to cook or clean or wipe other people's butts. A day to relax, read a book, take a long bath, and sleep uninterrupted. There would be a lot of sleeping involved. If only I could get a family member to take the kids for the day. [Hubby can stay if he promises to go with the flow.]
Unfortunately that is seriously not going to happen. Do you know the last time I had one whole day of relaxation? I don't remember exactly but I can tell you this-it was before I got pregnant with Monkey. That's right, my last "day off" was more than 6 years ago and in the mean time we've had two more children.
Dates are nearly as scarce-since Monkey was born Hubby and I have been on exactly three dates, our most recent date being last November. We went out for our anniversary, and it was quite a special time together.....we went to the grocery store, hit the gas station, stopped at the thrift store for about five minutes, picked up some Jack in the Box (via the drive through) and went home.
The problem is that our family just doesn't help out. I should clarify-in the case of an absolute emergency they will pitch in with the minimal amount of effort required to avoid disaster. So that's something. Still, when it comes to just being helpful they're sooooo not interested.
When we had Baby Bug my in laws drove up and watched Monkey, because he wasn't quite 4 and could not be reasonably expected to watch himself while I was in labor-but after we brought Baby Bug home they stayed for an hour and were gone. No 'can I help you with anything' not even a frozen meal.
When we had The Bean, they watched Monkey and Baby Bug overnight-but REFUSED TO BRING THEM TO THE HOSPITAL. [Yeah, still mad/sad about that one.] The only person who actually came to see us in the hospital was Hubby's step sister-who brought her boyfriend we'd never met, tried to pitch babies/childbirth/families to him, and left 10 minutes later. No one else came....although my sister did call less than 12 hours after I gave birth to The Bean to tell me about her stressful day.
That's right she called me. In the hospital. Just hours after I gave birth. With no pain meds. To complain about her day. You can't make that stuff up. All I can say is it's a damn good thing Hubby answered and decided to tell her I was busy, or she would have been joining me in the hospital.
No, our family is no help. If I'm going to get a day off it's going to be because Hubby watches the kids and I hole up in the bedroom all day....but that's wouldn't be fair to him, since he already works 10+ hours a day 6 days a week....he needs a real day off almost as bad as I do. It's so frustrating!!! But what is there to do?
Suck it up. Blog about it and move on.
Alright, I'm done.