I Understand Alcoholism
After the girls blew up tonight, I needed a glass of wine. While I’m not an alcoholic, I can totally relate to a need to escape, now. There’s something about the relentless, escalating, screaming cries that just gets down to my core. It was the longest 30 minutes I can remember. I’d have paid any amount of money to make it stop.
Which brings to mind the plight of mothers in this society. Somehow, we think that motherhood isn’t just unpaid work, it’s not work at all! But let me tell you, Charlie, it’s work. Maybe women are more natural multi-taskers, and maybe it’s just that we have twins, but that is not a job I could handle all day every day.
Bonnie, I am in awe of what you do every day.