I always remind myself of that when life feels too difficult, which is usually when I’m not feeling well and have things I have to do. When sickness strikes is when being a stay-at-home mom really sucks. There are no sick days. There’s no one else to walk the dog in the morning, buy the groceries or cook dinner.
I’m not feeling that terrible today but I still don’t feel up to going to the grocery store so there’s a lot of dread and even a little bit of self-pity hanging around in my mind. Can’t someone else do it? Just once?
Silence. There’s no one here except the dog and he can’t drive.
But, as I remind myself, it could be worse! I could have to cook on a stove like this:
And wash my clothes in a machine like this:
Can you imagine? Both my grandmothers probably had appliances similar to this. My dad’s family didn’t get electricity the first time the electric company came through and my mom’s parents lived in an old greenhouse during their first couple years of marriage.
Life is pretty easy now. The house heats up with a few clicks of a button. The stove burners turn on without building a fire under them. I don’t have to hang our laundry on the line and hope it doesn’t rain or freeze. I don’t have to crank start my car or drive it backwards up hills…life is pretty dang easy!