I recently went on a ‘mommy strike’ and have been sharing my experiences about it in a ‘logbook’ type fashion on Facebook. Much to my surprise, the response has been overwhelming and I have been asked to share it more publicly. So here it is…my very own blog.
Please feel free to share:) I have a feeling I am not the only crazy working mother out there!!
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Monday October 1st, 2012
Striking Mother’s Log Book Day One: First day of no picking up, tidying, washing, cleaning, clearing, reminding or nagging. I actually hand washed any dishes used by ME and put them away. By 6pm the breakfast dishes and dinner dishes are still sitting in their spot a the table, crusty by now. The dishwasher is overflowing, shoes and backpacks are in the middle of the hallway. Dirty socks, empty gatorade bottles and used kleenex litter the back of my couch. There will be no laundry washed unless its sorted and beside the laundry room, and lunches will be sent in plastic bags if their lunches are not brought to the counter and emptied from the day (liquor depot plastic bags btw). Homework and agendas you ask? I couldn’t give a rats ass. Clean gym strip…Go smelly I say!! I sit back, with a glass of wine and smile..all in silence. I did let Dylan in on what was going down..yet I still stare at is dirty socks on the stairs. At 8:30 Peyton asks me why I am acting ‘weird’. I smile and sip. She gets up, empties the dishwasher, rinses and re-loads, wipes the counters and clears the family room of clutter. I smile and tell her I didn’t think she would be the smart one. She tells me to stop being creepy. Deep down I think she just wants a cookie, but nonetheless, I may have to disclose my experiment with her before she taints it. She is now my favourite. The other two small people start a fight with each other and walk away. Dylan is doing laundry, I am on my second glass.