Wouldn't it be nice?

Like most women, I wear many hats. Mom, cook, gardener, laundress, grocery-shopper, dog pee cleaner-upper, kid hair comber, the list goes on. And most days I accept my fate without complaint. Especially since I only work two day a week. It's the weekends that piss me off. Why should I continue to do everything whilst my spouse watches the Golf Channel?

So here's the conversation I had with Mr. Rx this past Saturday.

RxGoddess : You know it must be nice getting up every day knowing that someone is going to make your bed for you and that someone will make sure groceries are in the the kitchen and someone will prepare dinner for you and someone will put your kids to bed and that the house will magically become clean.

Mr Rx - Yeah, it's pretty wonderful.

Asshat.

Meet the Cast

I should probably introduce the cast of characters of my own little comedy/tragedy. Besides the RxGoddess (me), we have Mr. Rx. We've been married 15 years come Sept 19th, though I would fall over dead if he were to do anything special about it. We've got 2.5 kids.

We have a bio son D who is 11 and just started the 6th grade. He's a skinny red-head with freckles. Thank God he's smart. How crappy of a trifecta would that be? Red hair, freckles AND dumber than a box of rocks?

Our daughter, M, whom we adopted from China as an 8 month old, is 6 and started kindergarten - for the second time I might add. No, she didn't flunk K, but *I* nearly flunked being a mommy by sending her to school before she was ready. Anywho, she's there now and after 3 days, she seems to be doing okay. I doubt she will ever be one of those kids who jumps out of bed looking forward to school. She hated going to pre-school and she hates going to K. Build a bridge, M, and get over it. You've got 16 more years to go.

Now for the "0.5" kid... We have an exchange daugher from China, J. She lived with us during her junior year in high school (2004-05) and then returned to China to finish high school. But wait! She's back! She is now starting her sophomore year of college here in our Midsized Midwest City. If J were not Chinese, she would be blonde. She's a smart girl, but kind of a ditz. Like the kind who loses things, like leaving her glassed at a rest stop on I-70. Or thinks that gluing a piece of paper to the ceiling is a good way to stop a leak.

Me, I'm a part time pharmacist and a full-time mom (hence the RxGoddess thing). I stayed home full time for 3 years after adopting M because she needed me and we could swing it. I then added on one day per week and now work two days per week plus some weekends. Pharmacy as a career? Good money, but everything else pretty much sucks. I took a short whirl on the retail merry-go-round and hated it. Everyone who comes to the pharmacy is pissed. Think about it. If you're there, you or a family member is sick OR you're picking up some drug that you have to be on the Rest of Your Life, so you're pissed that there are no refills. Because after all, you have to be on it the Rest of Your Life! Why should I have to call the doctor first? Oh those pesky Board of Pharmacy laws... (I swear there were times that I would hear about the whole Rest of Your Life thing, and I would have to turn around to prevent myself from screaming and/or beating them upside the head with the rental canes conveniently located near the cash register).

So let's say you're not sick and don't have a chronic illness. Maybe you're there to pick up your birth control. Or Viagra. I'm guessing that your insurnace isn't going to pay for it. So you're pissed. Or they will only give you month's supply at a time, so you're pissed. (Which for Via.gra is 12 pills. Yes, your insurance says you can have sex 3 times a week. Unless you want to shoot your wad the first week and a half of the month.)

Insurance companies - now that's a whole new can o' shit to talk about. But no matter, 'cause you'll still be pissed.

I rest my case.

Read "WhyYour Prescription Takes So Damn Long to Fill"

120 loads

I guess it's only approriate that my first post be about laundry. I have no idea how 5 people make So Much Laundry. It's not like we have costume changes between each scene during the day. Where does it all come from? In some respects laundry is easy and doing it gives a sense of accomplishment. On the other hand, it just never ends. Like running in a little hamster wheel. You never get anywhere.

I have a laundry chute - one of the reasons that I wanted to buy this house. (It sure wasn't because of the the avacodo scultured carpet or topical wallpaper in the kitchen that was SO COOL in the 70's.) Opening the laundry chute is an adventure in itself. You never know how much a "chunk" is going to come flying out at you. Since it's been compressed in the chute, it comes out in a long square chunk (much like a square turd, if you will). You try to catch it all, but sometimes the "turd" is too long for your arms and it ends up overflowing all over the floor.

So, I get to the bottom of my extra-large Costco-sized box of Gain only to realize that I've done another 120 loads of laundry. 120 frickin' loads of laundry. I find that to be such a depressing thought - how much of my life have I wasted down in the basement sorting, washing, moving to dryer, hanging and folding?

Lather. rinse. repeat.

And exactly who appreciates it? Another rant for another post.