The Evening Rituals of Busy MomsThe Evening Rituals of Busy Moms
As I sit here and look at the title I just wrote (I know I could just as easily written this about dads, by the way), I wonder to myself, is there any other kind of mom besides a busy one? I mean, are there ‘Bored Moms’, ‘Relaxed Moms’, or even ‘Well-Rested Moms’? Maybe, in …
As I sit here and look at the title I just wrote (I know I could just as easily written this about dads, by the way), I wonder to myself, is there any other kind of mom besides a busy one? I mean, are there ‘Bored Moms’, ‘Relaxed Moms’, or even ‘Well-Rested Moms’? Maybe, in some other Universe, or dimension or Matrix, or some such place, but around here the moms are busy and there are a few things that we can do in the evening to take the edge off of our far too hectic days.
First, let me paint the picture of a mom’s typical day. It goes something like this: Mom wakes up and gets all family members up and ready before she can begin on herself. Mom argues with two-thirds of said family members about missing socks, science projects and hot lunch forms. Mom sees a small window of time between feeding kids and feeding pets and jumps into the shower. Mom peeks her head out of the shower eight times thinking she hears children crying or whining or fighting. Mom gets dressed while feeding pets and making lunches. Mom packs lunches into the wrong book bags but won’t hear about this until after work. Mom rushes kids to bus stop and realizes her cardigan is inside out. Mom waves to kids as she rushes back to the house to grab her purse and head to work. Mom works hard all day long for seventy seven percent of what her male colleagues are making. Mom rushes home after work to prepare supper and hear how she packed her kids the wrong lunches. Mom serves three different versions of supper and cleans up after. She then fights with two thirds of her family again about bedtime and feeds pets. The smallest child is in and out of her room four times before she is finally settled and the eldest has snuck her iPod into her room. Just before nine o’clock, the house becomes silent.
Mom’s nightly ritual begins.
It looks a little something like this:
Mom cues up Netflix, pours a glass of wine and puts her feet up. Mom falls asleep watching Netflix.
I know, as far as rituals go, it isn’t that impressive. But, it works just fine for us. If we had any energy left at the end of any given day the ritual might look a little different, but as is the case, we simply don’t. So, cheers Moms. When I pour my glass tonight and put my feet up I’ll be thinking of you.