Motherhood is hard. I don’t think anyone would argue that fact. It is a demanding, multi-faceted, over-worked, and under-appreciated, sometimes soul-crushing job. Of course, I know it also brings with it the most profound joy, connection, and love – blah blah blah – so save your comments. I’ll repeat it for those in the back, motherhood is hard.
This shouldn’t be news to anyone. Apparently, this was an unexpected consequence for one woman who decided to write a post for the blog called “Love What Matters.” It’s not a long read, so please, hop on over and give it a gander. It will also help the below make a lot more sense.
Now, I have a few issues with what Ashley has shared with us, not least of which is the fact that she wrote this under her own name, using photos of herself and her child, so clearly no anonymity was intended. She’s just putting it all out there for the subject of her diatribe, her “very good friend,” to see. But let’s start with the classic debate between stay-at-home moms and working moms. Why do we still argue over who is more deserving of sainthood? Here’s a hint. It’s none of us.
She insults working mothers by claiming, “My job literally never ends. It is 24/7. No hopping in the car, driving to work, clocking in, doing my 8 hours, clocking out.” Oh yeah, cause that’s the fantasy we’re all chasing. She continues with her vision of a working mom, “…driving home to my kids and being with them for 2 to 3 hours for the night routine and then putting them to bed.” As if bedtime is ever that easy. Please.
Does she think a working mom’s job does end? *insert maniacal laughter here* For those who may be wondering, no. No, it doesn’t. And frankly, it’s disheartening to see a mother using this tripe to belittle other mothers. I’ve been both a stay-at-home mom and a working mom at various times in my life, and they are equally fucking hard. Let’s end that tireless debate and put it to rest. Something we all wish our kids would do at a decent hour every evening.
Then there is the focus of her essay, her “very good friend” going to a bachelorette party. I mean, how dare she!? I understand the feelings of jealousy, especially coming off such a tough week. “…near the end of what seemed to be one of the hardest, most tiring weeks of my life as a mother and wife.” I also get the feelings of hurt that this friend didn’t make it to the writer’s wedding. Although I feel like we are missing a lot of context with that one.
First off, if you choose to have a destination wedding, you don’t have the right to get mad at anyone for not coming. It’s a big commitment, a big ask. People have to take time off work, use their vacation days, spend untold amounts of money to come to a celebration centered around you. Not everyone has that luxury. Maybe this friend wanted to be at her wedding but couldn’t afford the price tag or the time off work. Perhaps now she is in a better financial position to take time off, and it just happened to be for another friend’s bachelorette party (arguably way more fun than a wedding) that was closer to home.
The writer says her friend deserved this trip. Then be happy for her. Don’t write a blog post complaining about how selfish she is to share her deserved adventure with a good friend. It sounds to me as though her friend thought she’d be interested in the photos and what was going on, not lording it over her. Obviously, the writer did not appreciate it.
Ashley questions her friend’s loyalty and commitment to their friendship, but that sure seems like a stretch. On the other hand, Ashley seems almost hateful when talking about her “very good friend,” telling all and sundry “Don’t be that friend. Don’t be rude, don’t be selfish and only think about you.” The lack of self-awareness is strong here, don’t you think?
I get it. The writer had a rough week with her kids. I get it, I do. Unfortunately, that happens in parenting. A lot.
One of the valuable lessons I have learned in life is that if you need something, you have to ask for it (or demand it in some cases). Few people are going to step in and offer help where they don’t think it is needed. People aren’t mind readers. If you need a break from your kids, don’t wait for a friend to offer. Ask directly, plead your case of needing a night away, offer to order them all pizza, and give up your Netflix password for the night. In that case, you’d probably find a willing friend.
Instead of proudly proclaiming that your kids never stay with Grandma, thereby solidifying your martyrdom, ask Grandma if she’s up for some time with the kids. Assuming Grandma isn’t a freak or otherwise unable to care for children, both kids and Grandma might just have a blast enjoying each other’s company.
Tell your husband that you are on the verge of committing yourself, and it’s time for him to step up and keep the kids for a night. They’re his kids too, after all. Grab a box of wine and crash on a friend’s couch.
Hire a babysitter for a two-hour dinner with your husband. Or work out a babysitting swap with a friend so you can get some couple time on a regular basis. As a mother, I can attest to the healing power of something as simple as a meal without young children. Even if the dinner is at Denny’s or someplace designed for a smaller budget, it can do wonders for the soul.
Lastly, why the hell is this in a blog called “Love What Matters”? This post is not about love. It is about resentment and blaming others for one’s own lot in life. It is a complaint about the life choices this writer made. She is transferring her frustration and contempt for these choices onto her friend, who was probably just trying to share the joy of her own life. I’d be willing to bet the writer has sent numerous happy pictures of her family to this friend. Hopefully, the friend received those photos with more grace than hers were met with.
It’s amazing how many people will post something like under the name of “Love What Matters” and THEY are nothing like that at all, lol. I used to have a friend (wish I could underline *used*) who’d post things about how kind she is, how good of a friend she is, how full of sunlight and rainbows she is…She was a totally shit friend and I suspect a narcissists, lol.
The plain fact is parenthood is hard. And that applies to both parents (if there’s two). When our children were young, we belonged to a babysitting club which allowed us to take an evening off when we desired. We’d make up the hours by babysitting for others in the club. I did most of the babysitting but a few families refused to allow a male sitter (which always felt sexist to me), so the wife reluctantly had to do those. The wife was more social and outgoing than I so she had a regular night out on her own. As I was on call after hours every second week, the between weeks involved one night out for the wife, one night out for the two of us and one night me babysitting for another family.
If a formal babysitting club isn’t available then I’m sure there’s friends, other family members she could make arrangements with. But it seem to me she’s trying her best to be a martyr. As you say, others are not mind readers. She must make her needs known
I had to stop reading because I was so disgusted by that person and her idiot ideas, that it was making me sick.
I’ve been there though…secretly thinking terrible thoughts about stay-at-home moms because I was working crazy hours and then nursing all night long (key word “secretly”). But now I am transitioning to staying at home. And I will never think a bad thought about another mom again 😬