This weekend, I stumbled upon (or fully realized) another of the Truths about Motherhood.
Mommies are not the “fun” ones. We are the “get things done and make sure that everyone is taken care of so that everyone else can have fun” ones.
Don’t get me wrong – there are times that I am the fun one. Bath time, for instance, is much more fun with Mommy than with Daddy. (This is most likely due to the fact that I love taking a bath and thus assume that LB wants to linger in the tub for decades like I do.)
But the general modus operandi is that Mommy makes sure that everyone is fed and clothed and reasonably healthy and that the toys are corralled and the errands get run and so on and so forth. Daddy makes sure that there is plenty of rough-housing and games of chase.
And it makes me feel like such an asshole when I nag the DreadBrewer to spend time with the Littlest Brewster rather than perusing seed catalogs ((It’s that time of year again! Cue wailing and gnashing of teeth…)) and then I get jealous and resentful because I feel left out of the fun while I do chores.
And I know the answer to this is: Ditch the chores for a bit! Join the fun!I try, really I do. But it is very, very hard for me to stop in the middle of a load of dishes or packing lunches to go play. It is not my personality to stop mid-task and start something else, even if it’s something worthwhile.
So I guess that’s something I need to work on – being more willing to put down the broom and join in on a game of “Tickle Monster”. Or being more willing to ask for help with general household operations so that there is more time for fun for everyone.
Maybe there’s a special Daddy gene that makes him able to ignore the gajillion piles of clutter and only see opportunities for fun? Where can I sign up for that?