There's a reason they call it labor

When the girls were infants, newborns, changing their diapers seemed to hurt.  They didn't want to have their legs opened, held up.  Not much room in my belly for calisthenics towards the end, and for Carly especially, she spent several hours in a birth canal wedged like an overripe cantaloupe.  She was a cone-head for about a week afterwards.  So long I got nervous.

So now the unions are responsible for getting this holiday for workers.  Labor day, a day not to do it.  Man may work from sun to sun, but woman's work is never done.

And then there is Proverbs 31.  There's a verse in there that makes me sigh.  Get out of bed and be at your work before the sun comes up.  Thanks Solomon!  Women are never tired or need to sleep in.

How many women are so busy taking care of someone else, a lot of other elses, and no one is taking care of them?  I need a pedicure something fierce, and while the house is clean right now, I go back to school tomorrow and the weeks just fly by and I spend all my time with work and grading and meetings and teaching and rush home and do laundry (the washer is filling to rinse right now, about five feet behind me, as I write in a landing upstairs and how blessed am I not to have a basement laundry facility).  How blessed I am not to be alive in Solomon's day and do laundry at the riverbanks.

Somebody always has it worse and somebody always has it better.  I can't buy a blouse this month from Fashion Bug because A.) my closets are full and B.) I can't afford it.  Everything is accounted for.  The man said he fixed my check engine light in the car, but he only cleared the code and the light is back.  The part is nearly $200 (some core to go with it, a mass air sensor?  some such thing) plus putting it in.  Hello Firestone!  I can't get that credit card paid off.

It's getting colder, but I have that comforter so warm and an electric blanket, so I don't need more laundry, someone wanting dinner on a schedule that revolves around his belly and not my job, and I sure don't need help to keep warmer.

This is not how we are supposed to live our lives.  Technology is amoral, and it brings a lot of time saving devices with it and upgraded communications.  But I am not sure it isn't a bad thing used against us by Satan  at every turn.  I love the girls and they coupon a lot.  I get the largesse of the savings on my budget.  I am glad they can contribute.  But they send me emails to prints coupons at school.  Somehow the coupons are all able to figure out your isp number so you reach your print limit.  An added computer means we can get two more coupons on the good buys.  I don't mind clicking on a link and hitting the print command.  But I can't sign up for things, fill our surveys, or like stuff on facebook and spend a half hour a day on the computer getting to the coupons, and the girls resent me for acting like I'm too important to do it.

That blog is not paying for anything and this is, so spend your time on this.

I want to scream.  It's MY time is the issue.  I need to take care of me.  I need a pedicure.  I need to put those clothes in the dryer but I am going to bed so in the morning that load will be wrinkled.  It's mostly towels, but sometimes it is not.  And I need to write the way some people need to drink water.

That's why babies are so cute when you have them even though they are all sore just like you from the process of separating them from your body.  If they came out 20 years old telling you what to do, you'd give them all up for adoption and tie your tubes on the first one.

Who knew it was going to be this much work for this long?  Mother's Day, Labor Day, Giving Thanks.  None of that is reasonable, right, or even adequate.

Too cold for flip flops anyway, so I guess the pedicure can wait.  Sigh.