Disclaimer 1: A recent comment (which was removed because it contained a link) suggested (if that type of language is considered suggesting) that I belonged to a certain “hate” group about a certain blogger. My stance? I do not belong to said group, although I am aware of it. I do not believe in gossiping or assumptions. I know the facts and rumors, am not blind and have taken a watch and see position. So to the person who believed that I was “A” and spewing hatred, I hope you have also visited the blogs of Alice, Abagail, Ann, Angela, Amy and Amanda, as they may be your mystery “A” Thankyouverymuch.

Disclaimer 2: A recent comment (which I left because I believe it was a case of mistaken identity, but thank you for visiting me) was left that said I was twittering about unwholesome nursing (not sure if this is breastfeeding or the nursing community) I have never tweeted, cackled, peeped or squawked about nursing in any context. My stance? I am very pro-breastfeeding and I have the utmost respect for anyone’s whose job is to stick needles into me. Thankyouverymuch. Another case of mistaken identity resolved.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled reading.

I am woman hear me roar rooster, hear me crow.

Somehow, in this stage of life, I have become not only mom, chef, personal shopper, taxi, nurse, etc…but I have become many people’s personal wake-up, appointment reminder, etc.  person.

I get calls asking me to remind them of an appointment, calls to remind them to do a certain thing, notes about what time the person needs to wake up, calls to remind them to eat and notes left about what to make for dinner.

After receiving a voicemail this morning from my MIL to wake her up at 10am (we are going to another doctor’s appointment today) a note from my husband to make sure he is up by 2pm (he works nights) I was downright frustrated that I was being held responsible for ensuring these people schedule survival. I mean what would happen if all my phones died and I was unable to call the MIL? Would it fall on my shoulders that she missed her appointment? What if my foot got caught in a huge patch of ivy and I was unable to escape to make it into the house to wake up the husband? (It could happen) Would it be my load to bear that he woke late?

Then when struggling to find the silver lining, it popped me in the forehead like a forcefully thrown sippy cup by a 2 year old.

I must be pretty darn dependable for people to ask me to remind them to wear clean underwear today. I asked The Man, was I really that dependable? Scatter brained, cloud watching me? Dependable?

He told me he can always count on me to

• have his uniform cleaned and pressed, complete with socks, underwear, belt, pocket knife and wallet hanging in the bathroom 30 minutes before he leaves to go to work.
• go to the grocery store with a list of 10 things and faithfully bring home 9 of them. I will always exclude one item such as the buns but buy the hot dogs.
• always have his favorite drink stocked in the fridge with at least 20 extras of anything in the garage. Anyone remember the time I went on a spending binge buying BOGO toilet paper last year? Yeah, we are still using it. The paper towel fort is still holding strong as well.
• set the alarm clock that we have had for 10 years that he has never learned to set on his own, because I always do it.
• If he needs to take a certain item to work that night, I will have it placed in the truck for him before he leaves to ensure that he has it with him as requested.

I guess it is not so bad to be everyone’s rooster. It’s kind of nice to know that people count on me and might actually struggle if I weren’t here. So I comission the family members who read this blog…If something ever happens to me, someone needs to come over and teach The Man to use an alarm clock, pick out his clothes and help him to remember to take his computer to work. I comission the person who left me the last nasty comment (that was erased) to be the one responsible for calling the MIL.

Categories: General Junk, home life