Friday, April 30, 2010

Spin Cycle--Roles

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Jen at Sprite's Keeper has challenged us to write about roles.
Mother, father, sister, brother, daughter, son, teacher, clerk, cashier, hero, damsel.. We all have roles. What's your role? Favorite role? Least favorite? Role you feel obligated to play? What role defines you best? What role do you want to redefine?

I have many roles.  Wife, mother, sister, daughter, daughter-in-law, finder, chief picker upper, the one who deals with puke, medicine dispenser, geologist, bill payer, cook, baker, laundress, peacekeeper, event planner, soother, blogger, reader, scrapbooker, cleaner, dishwasher, etc.  Really, the list could go on and on.

Several of these I would gladly give up, but if I didn't do them, who would?  They never tell you when you get ready to have that first baby, you will be picking up after him, wiping his rear and nose, cleaning up puke, coaxing him to eat, talk, walk, and grow for ever.  I don't like the puke picking up aspect of things.  I like even less being puked on.  Wiping little noses, and discussing your child's pooping habits--these they don't warn you about.

I would gladly hand over the bill paying role but Nick would forget and I'd get blamed when the bills didn't get paid.  I hate the laundry but I'm not letting Nick anywhere near my clothes (It all goes in together, right?).  Nick only picks up in sporadic bursts, so if I didn't the place would be spotless then a disaster in cycles.  Of course there is the fact that when I pick up you can still find the things I put away.  We are still looking for some of the things Nick "put away" the last time he cleaned up.

My two favorite are wife and mother--two I chose to take on.  I love being a wife and I love being a mother(expect the puke thing).  But I try hard not to let these roles take over so much I lose myself.  To be well rounded you must have more than two aspects to yourself.  I am a geologist, reader, scrapbooker, all things that make me a better me. 

I have also discovered that I am a blogger.  This helps me stay saner at home because I have a place the vent when things get crazy.  I also get some great comments that make me smile about what has happened and that makes it all better.  When I first entered the world of blogging I was not sure how I would fit in, but I have found it to be a wonderful place filled with great people.  So this is a role I relish and am hoping to maintain.


  1. It's gotta be a guys thing. Hubby puts things away and it take forever to find them again!

  2. It's essential to keep yourself grounded in reality, so that the puke, picking up, cleaning aspects of your life don't take over.

  3. Yeah, the puke thing never gets old. :-)
    Sprite did it just this last weekend and John and I had to tagteam to get her and the table/floors cleaned up. If I had to do it on my own? Nope, don't want to think about it.
    You're linked!

  4. Heh, sounds like my hubby and Nick went to the same school to learn how to do laundry, pick up and put away. ;)

  5. Think of Nick's cleaning up method - that is my hubby's moving method. I think I lost about 5 boxes worth of stuff that of course only I would use. I think he sneakly threw them away when I wasn't looking. Nice.
    Referee is my main role at my house, it seems now a days.

  6. I felt every word of this! Love it...great spin!

  7. Yup, that sounds about right, except we share the puke experience. One gets the kid, one gets whatever they puked on.

  8. Oh gosh, and here I was today, writing about how I want to be a mom someday. You mighta changed my mind for a while. At least until I hear my clock, say tick, tick, tick!

  9. I, too, am the only one in the house that can find anything ... really, it's my superpower. In a way, I consider it job security. These people wouldn't be able to find the milk carton in the refrigerator door if I wasn't here ...

    Great spin!

  10. I am so with you on the cleaning up vomit thing. I am a sympathy puker. Once my youngest daughter had a concussion and as we were driving home from the doctor's office, she's puking into a bucket and I'm gagging and retching right along with her while I drove. I dread being on an airplane when someone uses the airsick bag.


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