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Contributing Editor Tracey Gaughran-Perez also blogs at sweetney.com
This week, Shannon from Its Shanntastic! pretty well crystallized a not-yet-fully-articulated train of thought that's been circling around in my brain for a while now via her post Feeling Like The Ball And Chain:
Having a baby has been THE most challenging thing our marriage has ever had to withstand. ...in lots of ways it has introduced new, unfortunate roles-the SAHD martyr, the overworked mom, the lame mom who stays home on the weekends in yoga pants, the nagging wife who wants more of her husband's time.
The feeling of struggling with roles and the sinking feeling that, indeed, I have somehow metamorphosed into an unsavory cliche (the lame mom who stays home on the weekends in yoga pants), is strong with me these days, too. Like Shannon, I find myself alone at home at least several nights a month, while my husband -- having somehow magically escaped becoming a staunch homebody like myself -- continues with an only slightly abbreviated version of our pre-baby social life:
The thing is, since Zoe's been born and Ant's been at home full-time we do more separately from each other, specifically Ant does. Because he's not at work talking and hanging out with his crew, he makes time for them nights and weekends. And I'm home with a baby trying not to feel jilted and lame.
And though I'd wager that Shannon, like myself, doesn't feel that either "Mom" or "Wife" is an adequate all-encompassing self-identity, clearly those roles have a lot to do with ways we've changed -- for better or worse -- since having a child. For example, I no longer feel much desire or impetus to go to rock shows, as I once did at least weekly when we were childless. Now I'm honestly so exhausted by the end of each day that staying awake past 11pm (in a smokey atmosphere claustrophobically bursting with drunken revelers who're all likely at least 10 years younger than me, no less) holds little real appeal.
Say it with me now: L-A-M-E!
At this juncture I'm trying to decide whether this is really just "lameness" on my part, or rather the natural, expected result of growing up and moving on. Though I must admit that the phrase growing up and moving on sounds to my ears as though it may simply be cloaked, code-ish language for, well, L-A-M-E!
So... anybody wanna come over tonight, sit on the couch, and watch a DVD with me? We can blog while we watch and everything! Woohoo!
[sigh.]
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Tracey Gaughran-Perez | sweetney.com












