I hate how a woman is expected to do it all. We work 40+ hours a week, pay the bills, write the shopping lists, shop for groceries, cook, pick up the kids from daycare or school (take them to their functions), and clean on the weekends for our houses to marginally resemble something like our mother’s growing up.

Then, after all that, (and a whole lot more), we are labeled “bitches” from our significant others. Hell yeah, we are bitchy, and why shouldn’t we be. Add a little PMS in and a week of cramping and bloating 12 times a year…that’s why I’m this way. How many of us working woman really have hobbies when we have kids at home…now, let’s me honest. When is there time for a “hobby”? Shoot, it’s more stressful to find time to go to the “gym” than it is to go.

If you are like me, you might get 3-4 minutes of uninterrupted time each night to brush your teeth and shower, and I said “might”. I over heard a male co-worker a few months ago, talking about how woman under 40 can’t cook. No kidding? We’ve been working since we were 16 in one form or other, who has time to be Julia Childs or Martha Stewart. And I see no end in sight. I’m all for women’s liberation, but it’s become more like women’s incarceration. We are locked up in our jobs and home responsibilities and literally, can’t take 5 minutes in the bathroom by ourselves most of the time, let alone have a Calgon take me away moment.

We do it day after day, week after week, with less time off, and more and more responsibility. Oh, and by the way, I also hate stay at home moms. Good for you. I don’t want to hear how all families “can budget” and you can stay at home with your kids. That’s crap. You either have an old fashioned husband or enough financial help somewhere in your family to stay at home and raise your children. So leave us alone MOPS.

We don’t have the privilege of being you, and stop putting us down for taking our kids to daycare. I could go on about the perpetuation of Working Mother Magazines and the infamous “how to do more in less time books”. What time, I say? This is ridiculous, I’m fed up…and by now you should get the point.

Credits: Shannon Paradise