When did busy-ness begin to equal worthiness?
A while back, I made a comment to an acquaintance that I had spent most of a rainy day curled up on the couch with a book.
She sneered that she wished she could waste a day like that, but she had too many things to do.
Um. Okay. Here comes the grumpy old lady, you little whipper-snapper you.
I did not waste a day. I had the luxury of doing exactly what I wanted to do.
Twenty years ago, I did all that wife-mother-worker-housekeeper stuff. I had a child in school and activities, I had a house to keep up, I was in school full time and working part time. I ran all day and most the night, seven days a week.
So don't go pulling your faux superiority on me, Miss McPrissyPants.
I really don't get the judgment that women pass on each other over everything. I honestly don't remember it being that bad when my son was young. (Unless then, like now, I just really didn't give a cracked tin horn what a random stranger or peripheral acquaintance thought of me. And my friends just have to deal cos they know how I am and if they don't like it, they wouldn't be my friends.)
I understand the need to put your children first when they are younger, but when did how much of yourself that you sacrificed become the measure of the "better" mother?
Is it some sort of repressed jealousy? A form of insecurity? The more you do, the better person you are?
Just be who you are or need to be and let others be who they are. We got enough to deal with in this world without all this sniping and snipping.
Thor sez: I left a hair ball this big under the bed!