I'm going on strike. Life feels like a blur and somewhere along what's supposed to be an adventuresome journey, I've gotten lost in the underbrush of daily life.
More than half way through my mothering career and I've come up dead empty. Like complete and total burnout on mom-ing. I just cannot correct, cajole, fix, feed, discipline or remind one more time.
I feel like all my fun-ness has fluttered away in the wind of trying hard and doing too much. I'm done. D-O-N-E. Maybe all mom's get here, but no one really talks about it. The total inability to do.one.more.thing.for.them.
My plan for the next 5 days is not to remind them about their chores. Even if animals die.
I will not say one word about summer reading.
I won't be cooking anything except for myself.
I won't be cleaning up their messes the kitchen, either.
I will step over shoes by the front door and wet towels on the floor in the bathroom and not comment.
I won't be going grocery shopping, but will gladly give them the funds let them do it themselves.
I will do all my own gardening, but leave the yard work (without reminding) to them.
I bet you can guess the last one: not a single load of laundry.
I'm just at the point where all I can see is the negative about us. The carping, bickering and ingratitude are a flood levels. I feel like going on strike has potential as a reset button. Surely it can't hurt...
Have you ever come close to going on strike?