Real Life Kid Games
So this morning I realized, as my husband was getting ready for work, that our lives have become the realization of a child's imaginary play time. Ryan, for example, puts on his camo gear and heavy boots and heads off to play with heavy artilery for the day. He patches up injured soldiers, shoots guns, and prepares for battle. Its a little boy's dream come true. My day is quite different. I make some breakfast for Ryan, hold the baby, feed the baby, change the baby's diaper, pick up the house, dabble in the kitchen, etc. Its like playing house or dolls only for real.
Play time and real life are a little different though. Ryan's going to Iraq. I'll be playing "house" by myself for 6 months. "War" isn't a kid's game any more. While I enjoy my position as "homemaker", it would be much nicer if I had some company and a little help now and then.
So far today I have fed my husband, fed my daughter, changed her diapers and watched "The Munsters" on TVLand. By the time I was ready to feed myself, it was time to feed Summer again. So now I'm devouring an apple and watching some TV before she wakes up ready to eat again.
Its only 10:30.
7 hours till Ryan gets home.
I'm tired.
I need a nap.
Play time and real life are a little different though. Ryan's going to Iraq. I'll be playing "house" by myself for 6 months. "War" isn't a kid's game any more. While I enjoy my position as "homemaker", it would be much nicer if I had some company and a little help now and then.
So far today I have fed my husband, fed my daughter, changed her diapers and watched "The Munsters" on TVLand. By the time I was ready to feed myself, it was time to feed Summer again. So now I'm devouring an apple and watching some TV before she wakes up ready to eat again.
Its only 10:30.
7 hours till Ryan gets home.
I'm tired.
I need a nap.