Devil and Angel

Hi all.

Okay, officially I'm not venting about the fact that I've been a single mom for most of June.

But really I am. 

It seems that every year I forget how much overtime Mr. C puts in (unpaid- YAY teachers!) at the end of the year.   Between award ceremonies and graduations and senior parties and end of the year meetings, Mr. C was not home much for the last two- three weeks of school.   And then right after school let out, he took the three older kids camping, which left me home with Roo for a week.  Then he came home for a day, repacked, and went to Missouri with his student for a Skills USA National Competition, while I stayed with all 4 kids.  Then he came home for a day, repacked, and is now currently in Anaheim at a Creativity Conference where he is spending the night at the Paradise Pier Hotel and going behind the scenes at the park with the Disney Imagineers.

Through all this I've had a devil and an angel on my shoulder and their conversation goes like this:

Angel: What a lucky wife you are to have such a talented husband who has such passion for his job!  See how his students are succeeding?  Doesn't it feel good to know that he plays a huge part in that?

Devil:  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  And what are you?  Chopped liver?  How come he gets all the pats on the back with everyone telling him how great he is and how proud they are of him while you're running yourself ragged keeping four kids entertained?  Plus, have you even thought about the fact that he's gotten to have a nice comfortable hotel bed all to himself for the last 9 days?

Angel:  Oh. pish posh!  It's your job, silly, to take care of the kids!  It's what you signed up for!  What do you want?  A badge?  A parade?

Devil:  Yes!  A parade!  A parade is not an unreasonable request!  Someone should very well throw a parade for all that you've been managing!  And while they're at it, you should get a badge too!  If the Girl Scouts get a badge for babysitting, then you get a badge for running the show solo for weeks on end!

Angel:  Tsk tsk!  Nobody likes a whiner.

Devil:  Oh, whine, wine.  Get a straw and suck it up, sister.

To tell you the truth, I'm not partial to either one of those guys.  In fact, I don't think I like either of them because neither one makes me feel better.  One of them invalidates all of my true feelings, while the other one just spews more negativity.

I hate negativity.
I hate complaining. 
I hate feeling like what I do isn't important.
I hate being jealous of my husband.  
I hate the feeling of needing recognition.
I hate stupid, fluffy, soft, comfortable hotel beds. 
I hate that the word 'hate' is in this post 7 times.

Not that I'm venting or anything. 

You all have a good night! And don't worry- next time I talk to you Mr. C will be home and I'll be a nice, new, shiny happy version of myself again.