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I'm 30 years old, married to an IT Guy and a stay-at-home-mom to two spectacularly gorgeous children. While we attend Mass on Sunday mornings, I spend the entirety of the Eucharistic Prayer focused on making sure the baby uses her crayons on the bulletin, not the pew

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I TOTALLY get the feeling of wanting to be the first on the to-do list and sometimes feeling like you're not, even if you are. My husband is running his second marathon in two weeks and I feel like EVERYTHING comes second to the marathon right now. Its obviously not grad school (or anywhere near two years), but running 50 miles a week takes a ton of time and I resent that sometimes. I know he does everything he can to work it around our schedule, but especially since the marathon is so close now its all he thinks about. Sometimes I want to say "some people consider PREGNANCY a marathon. Where's MY medal?"

P.S. Is it just me, or did putting me "first on his to-do list" sound kind of dirty?

Sarah in Ottawa

I am so guilty of the 'I want to be paid back' feelings. For me, it's primarily in time and/or acts, usually time off the childcare clock. You've just given me the proverbial smack upside the head with this post.

I never doubt that our family - especially me - is the top priority. Maybe I need to reflect on *that* more when I get all resentful. Thanks for once again providing an insight for *me* as you're working something out.

And KUDOS for your grace at handling the last month's craziness while pregnant no less!


This post totally validates the FACT that this is my favorite blog. Love the yellow, BTW. Meghan


Thank you. I just wandered over from Betty Duffy's blog, and this is perfect. My husband has just started teaching twice a week as well as being at the dojo once a week (he studies and teaches Japanese martial arts) and I'm having trouble between being proud and wanting to help him with the beginnings of his business, and feeling restlessly like I should get some kind of enormous reward for being willing to take care of the kids twenty-four hours a day three days a week.

Not that I have any grand ambitions for him to support me in, no. I just want to go and lie around eating bonbons and not have to answer "Why?" questions and take it easy, which is clearly what he's doing when he's away teaching and commuting, right?



I had to re-read this post today because my husband told me (from work) the other day that he wanted to go to Pathfinder School (backstory: he's in the Army, wants to get as many schools as possible under his belt, we have a 7-month-old, I am SAHM hear me roar). So I was all, "Great?" UGH. Shoot me NOW. Pathfinder school is in GA (we are in KY) and it is 9 l-o-n-g weeks, potentially longer if he gets "recycled" during a phase, so this whole shebang could possibly last upwards of 3 months. Again, shoot me.

He seems to think this will be a breeze for everyone, but he does not think about how it will affect ME.... I know I should just suck it up and deal with it because, hello, he's going to deploy soon anyway, and if I remember correctly, Afghanistan is a smidge further away than GA, soo... I should just quit my bellyachin' already. But I can't help but feel so incredibly selfish that I want him to STAY HERE and take this screaming child from me after work so I don't hurl him through a wall or something..
So yes, I understand where you are coming from on this hot-button issue, and I wanna be priority numero uno again too ASAP. :)

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