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Our own little Freaky Friday week
Didn't you love the original Freaky Friday, the one with Jodie Foster and the 70's guy with the frizzy hair as Boris (trivia: did you know he later played Jimmy in Superman)? I remember being captivated by the idea of my mom having to negotiate the social minefield of junior high, but I was sure that I could handle being a mom. How hard could it be, right?
Greg and I exchanged roles this week in a kind of spousal twist on Freaky Friday. Because I've been in all-day training related to my research work for school, he has played my usual roles: getting the kids up, practicing violin with M, launching them off to their day of school, dashing off until 3, then dashing back home and jumping into the afternoon of homework, more practicing, driving to lessons/sports, getting dinner, answering messages, and doing a bit of cleaning or laundry for good measure.
I'll admit it...I hoped that he would emerge with a glimmer of appreciation for my doings, but I thought I would welcome a few days doing his side of things...you know, the glamorous working life? I ended up feeling in awe of what he does every day. The early up and out the door. The long commute. The L O N G day of concentrating and paying attention and sitting still and being with adults. The sameness of it all. The tiresome commute back and THEN the pasting of a smile on my face to greet the rest of the family at home and the busy evening ahead. Whew.
We both felt jetlagged with the novelty of it all.
So, here's to getting a change of pace and realizing I like my own life just fine, thank you very much.
Friday, April 27, 2007 | 4 Comments 
Reader Comments (4)
Wonderful post, Annie. So true. My working mother neighbor asked me several months ago if I wish I still had my job. When I told her I was happy staying home she said, "Seriously, you don't wish you had another job?" I can honestly say, "Seriously, I don't." I do a lot of wishful thinking about "the glamorous work life" but then realize the grass is never greener and I am more than happy with my part of the bargain.
I hear ya sister. I tell Nathan at the end of the day as we are sharing our happenings that I am getting the good deal here. I would NOT want to trade shoes. Ever.
Amen, here, too. Josh says all the time how much he would love being a SAHD (and I know he would, too). But you couldn't pay me enough to enter the "real" world and be out in it. I'm so happy tucked in my little life - even on the worst days.
LOVE Freaky Friday. The first time I saw it was at Aunt Nancy's in Las Vegas. The parents were going out to eat, and our entertainment/babysitter (besides Margaret) was going to be a video called "Freaky Friday", which my little brain somehow got confused with "Friday the 13th". I remember being really nervous about this highly inappropriate movie we young 'uns were about to see.