Friday, December 14, 2012
You know Murphy's Law. And Catch 22. Well I'm talking about something like that, but for PARENTHOOD. I thought to myself, it needs a new name, for these mothering catch 22's. And I thought, who is a TV mom that is the quintessential mom? Then I got it. Claire Huxtable. She's the best TV mom, ever, in my opinion. Some kids wanted her to be their mom. Some kids had a little crush on her. Some just wanted her to sing us to sleep. But she also was super real in the show about how wonderful parenthood is AND how hard it is... PLUS she was a lawyer. So I'm naming this law after Felicia Rashad.
The law that says, you, the mom have been sick for the better part of a week. And finally it's Friday and you have most of the day off--your plans are to run errands of a holiday-related nature and do a little house cleaning and listen to loud music and just enjoy your solitude. And then in the morning your kid has the stomach flu. So instead you are on the couch with him, watching Lego Ninjago on TV. The house will stay messy, probably later there will be vomit. Your shopping will remain undone. Rashad's Law.
And it happens all the time. My friend Kristin's children have been in school for the better part of five years. And every President's Day she has off while the rest of her family has to go to school and work. She looks forward to the day of alone time, maybe to watch a movie. Take a long run. Enjoy the house to herself. But you know, probably four of those five years, one of her children had to stay home sick from school and poof, there went her day. Rashad's Law.
Last weekend my sister finally arranged a dinner gathering with another family. It had taken months and months to get together on a date. And they had it all planned. Dinner items were prepared. Desserts bought. And then her son spiked a fever. Dinner cancelled. Rashad's Law.
It happened to me last year the day the kids went back to school after winter break. My agency was closed and I was so excited to undeck the halls all by myself and give the ransacked house a good cleaning. That morning, waking Coen gleefully for school, ready for my day, I saw his peaked face. "I don't feel good, Mommy." Doh! Rashad's Law!
Ah well. My sweet boy is giggling at the cartoon that's on and I will put away this laptop and cuddle up with him. And that's the upside of it. A pretty good upside.