I have a confession.
I’m not one of those supermoms who kicks ass in corporate pumps all day, just to come home and construct a perfect princess castle for my adoring four-year-old with nothing but glitter and love in the evening. I’m not that friend who brings home the bacon, fries it up in a pan, and neverevereverever lets you forget you’re a man. Seriously, I’m not. The truth is, I totally cheat.
Oh, I don’t mean to insinuate that I’m doing anything dishonest. I’m just suggesting that for me, “doing it all” means getting help. In my case, the cheating comes in the form of a housekeeper. Once a week, I have someone who comes to clean my modest home, and I admit to a thrill of coming home to almond-scented floors and sparkling sinks. I know that tradition and society says that I should be the person who cleans my own house (and for most of the week, I do keep the house in order and tidy), but after working 9-hour-days, and coming home to take care of my daughter and husband in the evenings, the thought of spending my weekends cleaning the house sort of galls me. So … I cheat.
What about you — do you cheat? How? Do you get pre-made meals? Frozen dinners? A laundry service?
Come on, you can share. I won’t tell.