I am the wife to a stay-at-home Dad. That means not only do I have mom guilt, I have wife guilt. That’s double guilt, and it’s a lot and it results in me just thinking about them both all day long. The whole situation leaves me with a lot of questions that will never get answered.
I wonder what the living room is going to look like when I get home.
Why is this sticky?
Damn this meeting’s running late. Do you think they’ll notice if I just leave?
Why are there 12 plastic golf balls under the radiator?
How many “doctor’s appointments” have we had this past month? I’m tired and need to sleep in.
How many times has my “train been late” this past month? I’m tired and need to sleep in.
Tamara’s in from Philly for the day! I wonder if she can meet me at 7:45am, lunch from 12:15 to 12:28 (I have a 12:30), or a drink at 5:20 to 5:45. Really want to see her, but can’t miss bath time.
When did this rubber ducky get in my purse?
What are they eating for lunch? What am I eating for lunch? Wait, it’s 4:00, should I just skip lunch?
Did I actually tell my husband to turn the slow cooker on? Do I need to tell him to turn things on?
There’s a lot of playing cards around – I see one under the bed, sticking out of a desk drawer… is my two year old learning to play poker?
Are they thinking about me? Are they talking about me?
Does my husband think of me as me when I’m not there? Or just thinking about mommy not being there?
I wonder if anyone can see the Mickey Mouse racecar tattoo through my tights.