Wednesday, July 2, 2008

GREEN with ENVY...

As a busy mom, I find myself sometimes plagued by jealousy. Or, is it plagued WITH jealousy? Either way, I find myself jealous. I love being a mom! I love the cuddles, the bedtime chats, the giggles. I am not even bothered by by loads of laundry, sleepless nights or feeling like a short order cook. OK, well, sometimes I am bothered by the short order cook thing...
But, every now and then some jealousy creeps in. Today while out running the big kids to camp (late because they slept in) and hitting Dunkin Donuts for a 99 cent iced hazelnut coffee (I forgot to get decaf - woops!). I saw a couple of people I found myself envying. People who seemed to be quite content doing what they were doing. Not in a crazy hurry or worried about a dirty diaper, tonight's dinner or how to break it to my kiddos that they can't have 27 friends over after camp and while the baby naps.
I was sitting at a stop sign and he whizzed and wumbled by. Yep, wumbled. A pony-tailed dude on a Harley. It seemed everything he owned was stuffed into studded saddle bags. One hand was on the handlebar and the other on his thigh. He was totally at ease. Totally chillin'. So, I sat a little longer at the intersection and let my mind go there....

Hmmm. I came to the conclusion that a pair of handlebars would not fit my laptop easily. And I don't think my Vera Bradley bag would stay on my shoulder unless I walked beside my "ride" and that's just really not what you do with a "HOG!" But, I think I got the lingo down.

So, then I stopped at the end of the drive-thru lane to hand my little guy a donut hole and I saw the next person I thought I may want to be for a day. He was about 70 and he had plunked himself out on the Dunkin Donuts patio with the paper, a donut and some coffee. I stuffed a hole in my mouth sipped my iced heaven and let my mind go there...

Then my vain self saw his wrinkles and thought about his aches and pains. I wondered if he even knew what a blog was or how many kids John & Kate have! Then I decided, although he has probably had a full and happy life, his life maybe was not for me. So, I put the "elderly man option" on the back burner.

As I left the shopping center and sat at the light, my eyes gazed across the grass landing strip across the road, the rolling fields and off in the distance the ugly, smelly landfill. A teeny, tiny bulldozer crept to the top of the dirt/garbage mound and I thought about the driver. He just sits and pushes some buttons. I bet he doesn't have to argue with anyone about brushing their teeth. Even though his machine is loud, I bet its not as loud as a tantrumming 2 year old. As a bulldozer driver...what do you call them? Bulldozerer? As a bulldozerer, I could probably call someone and have a whole conversation on my cell phone! So, I let my mind go there...

Then, as I was rudely interrupted by honking horns pulled away from the green light I noticed flocks of seagulls whipping and whirling all around the 'dozer. Hmmmm, birds poop, alot and THAT many birds probably poop a HECKUVA lot! Ewww. Then I thought of the stenchified things I throw away everyday. Poop - both baby and dog. Apparently, bulldozerers deal with a lot of SH--!

By the time I got home I realized, once again, I don't need to be anywhere but here. Sure, there are days I need a break. Heck, there are days I would pay the mail lady to watch the kids so I could just spend a little time in the bathroom - ALONE!

But, no matter how much peanut butter and snot gets in my hair, no matter how many times I have to say, "I'll call you back," no matter how often I hear, "Moooooom, she is bugging me!" or have to clean throw up off the dog...this is MY chaos and I am proud to be the MOM to this MESS!

(*disclaimer- I respect all Harley riders, old men and bulldozerers. This post is merely to make me feel better during a week I would like to forget.)

6 comments:

AlaneM said...

Awesome post today!!

I do the same thing...
I'll see a professional woman heading & go down memory lane. My cloghes. My lunches out with the girls. My perfectly organized desk. My work that had a beginning & END each week.
And then I remember the other parts.
A fridge that nobody would clean until it was a health hazzard. That person who stole my string cheese from the nasty fridge. Grown men & women acting like children. Office politics.
Nope, I'll take my laundry & screaming kids any day baby!!

I've had to deal with a lot of SH-- lately too, I'm hinting at it in tomorrow's post & will expand upon it the next day. Come by & take a look if you have time :)

AlaneM said...

Sorry, apparently I can't spell at 12:30 AM - time to go to bed???
Ummm, yeah.

Kalynne Pudner said...

Now, if it had been a 70-year old man on a Harley...

Mabunny said...

LOL Michelle. Your life sounds exactly like what you should be doing. Eveyone wants to fantasize once in a while but then comes back to the reality of their kids, husband and dog and loves everyminute of it. Love the picture of yu on the Harley that was funny!

MoM2-2GoodBoys said...

Great Post!
Nice way of putting things into perspective for all of us!!

Debbie Yost said...

Yep, I've had weeks like that. But when it's all said and done, like you, I wouldn't trade it for the world!