Things I can't do anymore....

I want the option of making this list.

It is a title of a post in a group I belong to on Cafe Mom. In the post there are responses such as...

"give my daughter a bath"
"get something out of the bottom of the fridge"
"do a lot of housework"

I really do like the majority of Cafe Mom... but sometimes I get so frustrated with the whiny bitching. The site seems to be compsed mostly of bored SAHM's who are doing anything BUT mothering their children. The ones that write a 3 page post about how frustrated they are that their house is a wreck, their kids don't listen, and their husbands don't pay attention to them... when all I can think is "If you had spent the same amount of time CLEANING, BONDING WITH YOUR CHILDREN, or DOING SOMETHING NICE FOR YOUR HUSBAND as you have writing your stupid post of boo-fucking-hoo-poor-me perhaps you would start finding a solution to your problem."

But I can't. I have to be "nice".

Sometimes the posts just frustrate the hell out of me though! For me those things listed are not optional. They are mandatory! If any one of them got off their pampered asses and stopped using their pregnancy as an excuse they would find that they could do these things too! With a sometimes extreme amount of discomfort, but when there is no "CAN'T" in your vocabulary it's amazing what you can do.

I have to give my daughter a bath. If I don't, no one will, and since she likes to rub food in the back of her hair and make it stand on end like Christopher Lloyd - she gets one almost daily.

I have to get things from the bottom of the fridge - even if it means sitting my fat ass on the floor and scooching closer to the back of said refrigerator, holding whatever it is in my teeth while I turn to get onto my hands and knees, and straining to lift myself off the floor while my daughter looks at me with an amazed, "So that's how you do it!" look.

The housework thing? I have to clean this place daily. My daughter is a monster. Godzilla-esque in nature. If the living room has not been thoroughly demolished before her bedtime.... well... that's never happened so I don't know what that would be. Papers, Movies, Books, Toys, anything I happen to leave within her reach - it all ends up scattered between her room, the dining room, and the living room. Then there's that whole dishes thing so we don't have to eat out all the time (which I have been VERY good about by the way as of late!). I even have been cooking! On a daily basis!

*sigh*

I just shake my head and keep my opinions to myself.

Asshats.