Hello World, Welcome To Mine

And so yet another blog is born, though this one is different in that it is mine.

It was borne of my threat to quit my hubby. Don't get me wrong, I love him to death - he and my (not so) baby boy are my world. But this morning, I woke up like usual at 6:45ish, did my morning routine (which is not really my routine but is rather their routine) looked around at the unhung clothes, the unwashed dishes, the unfed pets and threatened to quit.

I know, I'm The Mom, but come on, I deserve a break, too. Really.


My time is not my own, but devoted to my hubby, son, work, parents, and siblings, and believe me they are all mixed together. I work for the family business, which means the parental units are the boss. This, in itself, is great! It gives me the flexibility to devote my time to everyone else.


I am the one called upon should my family, immediate and extended, need anything. I am what you would call the dependable one. The one who, if your kid needs a ride home, you will call. The one who, if you need a shoulder to lean on, you will call. The one you call when your dog's giving birth for the first time and you are wondering what all that stuff is and is it normal? (Yes, that did happen).


Now that I've introduced you to some of my world, let me formally introduce myself:

Hello World, my name is Rita, also known as Mom, Ma, Babe, Sweetheart, Mi Hija (sounds like meehah), and Big Sistah. I am the married mother of a son, now 9 years old. I am the oldest of 3 girls and caretaker of various animals that include a fish, turtle, dove, 2 work cats, and a work puppy, oh yes and of course, my family.


Back to the original subject, quitting my hubby. We each have tasks that we all agree to in order to have a smoothly running household. I cook, he does dishes, I wash and dry clothes, he and baby boy hang them up. They feed the animals in the morning, I feed them at night. I wake them up in the morning and make sure Ron (my son) has school lunch and gets ready in a timely manner, and hubby drops him off at school. See, not so grueling for any of us, but these past couple of weeks the clothes have piled up, the stack of dishes is exactly that - a stack, the animals would have died had I not fed them and my frustration level just went past supernova and I threatened to quit. Of course, this all took place after Ron had been dropped off. So, right now, hubby is working on those tasks that he's been putting off, hoping that he'll make his way into my good graces by days end.


As of now, I think I'll stay on as Household Manager, i.e. wife and mom.