"What The..?!" Wednesdays – Moms Don't Work That Hard
Yesterday I regrettably stumbled on this post on the Internet, “Stay At Home Moms Don’t Work That Hard.” Yes, it’s written by a man. No, it’s not a humor piece, although I had to read it through more than once to be sure. The article is full of helpful suggestions for husbands to hold their lazy wives accountable, such as making her keep a journal of everything she does throughout the day, and leave her with to-do lists “and make it clear that you expected it to be completed every day.” Here’s a choice excerpt:
The most disgusting part about this to me is that I hear my these stay at home moms bragging about this to no end. Yet, they still hamsterize that they are somehow working harder and longer than their husbands. They also never acknowledge that the stress of the full-time workforce is far more intense than being a stay at home mom. While their husband is being chewed out by his boss, their biggest worry of the day is not burning the lasagna (assuming they can cook).
I guess I just had to share with you, my readers, so you can join me in my indignation. As I clicked a couple more links on the “Return of Kings” website, I realized it’s a homophobic, sexist hate club, which made me easily write them off as The Crazies. But still, there are people who actually think like this. And while this post is an exaggerated view, I think it is a sentiment that many people secretly carry to some degree. But let’s be honest. Who cares what ignorant people think. We don’t need to defend ourselves to them.
I personally know and appreciate how hard my husband works, and I don’t pretend that my “work day” is as strenuous as manual labor or as stressful as corporate America. But I do know that being a stay-at-home mom is a lot more challenging than not burning dinner. (Although, if you’re like me, that is quite a challenge in itself.)
Because I feel icky even linking up to that post, I also thought I’d share with you a few other happy links that I’ve enjoyed reading this week.
“Margarita Mommies” shared this sweet story of a 61-year-old woman who gave birth to her own grandchild. Sounds freaky, but it’s really worth reading.
Also, Joy over at “A Deeper Story” wrote this honest, touching essay about the heart of the parent/child relationship. She talks about how much happier and at peace we would all be if we told our children – and our parents – that we are proud of them. Here’s an excerpt:
I think maybe some of strain on the relationships between parents and their adult children could originate in a mutual desire to be approved of, appreciated, and loved for who we are, in spite of our mistakes and weaknesses.
I don’t think I’ve ever said it before. Mom and dad, I’m proud of you. You did the best you could, and you did a good job.
That’s it for “What The…?!” Wednesday. Talk to you tomorrow.