My husband took a time management seminar at work yesterday. Oh goody.
My husband also likes to fix things – even things that aren’t broken.
He brought home some information for me that he thinks will help me manage my time better as a mother, and therefore give me much needed time to focus on me. Perhaps, he suggests, I might have time for that yoga class.
Now, I have been dying to take a class – yoga, dance, excercise, whatever. However, we have really tightened the purse strings this year in order to buy our first house, and it was decided that any kind of class that has a fee is really a “no go” at this point.
Needless to say, the mere suggestion that the reason I’m not in a class is because I don’t know how to manage my time, really ticks me off! I’m not in a class because we don’t have any help to watch the baby, we don’t have money to burn, and I have yet to find a free class that offers free childcare.
Yeah, I’ve tried the whole doing yoga at home thing. But doing postures in my closet-like living room with the dogs jumping all over me and listening to the sounds of the baby monitor, just did not put me in that serene place.
My hubby’s philosophy is that if you find the time to take care of yourself first- you are better able to take care of everything else. Easy to say when he can join a gym through work and work out whenever he wants. He also gets to take off work to go to the doctor or dentist and doesn’t have to worry about who’s gonna watch our child.
It’s easy for him to worry about himself because that’s what guys do. They take care of numero uno first, or else they just can’t function. Mothers, on the other hand, can operate full steam ahead while completely stressed out, hungry, sleep deprived, and without a shower or having peed in hours.
How dare he suggest that I am not managing my time well!
I can just imagine him after taking that seminar thinking, “I’m gonna go home and save the day! I’m gonna fix my poor, haggard wife, and teach her a thing or two about getting things done!”.
Him and his big ole’ swingin’ penis are gonna swoop in and make things right. Oh boy, does that make me want a big fat yoga class right now!
I don’t need fixed. I am not broken. I am a good mother and wife. I actually mange my time well. What he doesn’t realize is that I actually choose to put our son and him first.
I know how to sacrafice.
I know how to bury my needs and wants in order to make sure my family is happy.
That’s what good mothers do.
God, my husband is annoying.
Especially when he’s right.
Loved That! Where were you when my kids were little?