So it’s Good Friday, but things aren’t looking very good around my house. The laundry is piled up hip-high in the laundry room, dishes are still in the sink, the dogs need washing, and I’m not sure I can even get into my son’s room without a jack hammer or backhoe. The pets are guilty of tracking in dirt and leaves by every door, and am I the only one who has several stacks of unopened bills, junk mail, and unwanted direct mail set around on the kitchen counter?
So, I’m sitting here on the couch (okay, the one corner that’s not loaded down with the clean clothes that need folding) and I’m wondering if it is too early to break open a bottle of wine.
I’ve had the sliding doors opened to the backyard because the spring weather is seductively calling my name, whispering to me that I shouldn’t really have to clean on a day like today. My son is at the beach with friends, my husband’s at work, and yet I am stuck here amid a marathon of Law & Order reruns… okay I admit, I’ve opened the bottle of wine now.
Yeah, there’s not much in the refrigerator, but is there ever? And, my husband will probably be calling in an hour or so to see what’s for dinner.
I could probably change clothes and go for a quick run, but who am I kidding? (The glass of wine is half gone.)
There are so many productive things that I could be doing, should be doing, would be doing if I were another type of woman. If I were like my mother, not only would the house be spotless, I would have swept out the garage and relined the drawers. If I were like my mother, the bills would not only have been opened and paid, but the checkbook balanced to the penny. If I were like my mother, I would have been at the gym when it opened at 6 a.m. and gone by the grocery store on the way home. (I’m on my second glass now.)
But I’m not like my mother… I’m not that type of woman. I am the type of woman who realizes the laundry will wait until I am good and ready to do it. (Or when I run out clean clothes…) I am the type of woman whose husband will still love her even if the dishes haven’t quite made it into the dishwasher yet. I am the type of woman who can always workout tomorrow.
I am the type of woman who can do all those as well as place a pretty mean take order from P.F. Changs at the same time as I am sending happy birthday wishes on Facebook. I can shove the dog out the door with one foot as I tweet away about an upcoming charity event. I can turn a blind eye to the mess around me and look to the sunset and appreciate it for the beauty it holds. I can love my son for the hard work he does at school, the manners he demonstrates in public, the smile he gives his grandparents. I can find self-worth in the way I make other people feel rather than the domestic skills I lack.
I am the type of woman who will not let the sweat pants and t-shirt I am wearing make me feel less sexy. (Well, maybe just a little.) Yep, that is the kind of woman I am. You may not have the same priorities as I do, the same outlook on life, the same disparity of cooking and cleaning, but I will proudly take a stand on the type of woman I am… will you?
And as I finish typing this blog post I smile to myself (and hiccup as I finish the second glass of wine)… I am also the type of woman who can take a pretty bad Good Friday and turn it into something pretty good after all.