So today is International Women’s Day. I had honestly never heard of it until we moved to Ecuador in 2004. The idea behind it is to recognize publicly women around the world for who they are. I’m on board with that. If I’m going to be recognized for something, the fact that I’m a woman is a good place to start.
When we lived in Ecuador, all the women got roses on this day. So this is for all of us who didn’t get roses this morning.
Where it all goes sideways for me is this “Day Without a Woman” thing that has been tacked on. Women all over the US are just walking out of their own lives for the day.
I have a little trouble with the logistics, for starters. This morning I had to teach Patrick long division. I will never, not in a million years, be recognized for my fabulous mathematical brain. Math gives me a whanging headache.
Nevertheless, we sat and worked through long division. I probably would have paid someone to come and do it for me, but with one thing and another–like he’s homeschooled and it’s my job to teach him–I just sucked it up and we muddled through.
After math we moved on to history. We are studying colonial America right now, which is pretty fun. And since it’s my favorite subject, our history lessons are exciting and animated and full of library books and talking and reading and stuff.
I’ve also fixed lunch, paid a couple of bills, made sure Patrick brushed his teeth and made his bed (because he’s a 13 year old boy and that’s all I’ll say about that) and made sure my hubby got his coffee.
I don’t work outside our home. It’s a choice we’ve made (and yes, I fully understand that it is not a choice everyone can or wants to make, and I totally respect that) and there are sacrifices that come along with it.
I don’t get to walk out.
I don’t understand how you just walk out on your life. I can’t even go to the grocery store without a system in place that would make NORAD envious.
I guess I could, technically, just leave. I’m not sure where I would go though. All of my friends are living up to their responsibilities, so we can’t just collectively run away. And if we did, we would have to take the children. Not because our husbands can’t handle them–they can–but the children (out of the seven children between me and my sister-in-law, six are actually adults and this still applies) still want to be everywhere we are.
I have two dachshunds that don’t know they are dachshunds and think I’m their mother–they would have to go too. And…here’s the thing…we actually LIKE hanging out with our husbands…so they will jump in the van as well.
I’ve counted just among my girlfriends, and there are now 33 of us along on our “Day Without a Woman” walkout, including husbands, kids, grandkids and not including dogs (Of which there are at least six). My son will just have to leave the cat at home.
My sister-in-law and one of my girlfriends work from home, so they will have to bring their computers and phones since they will most certainly be needed at some point during our great escape. Dan and my brother-in-law work from home as well, so add in those computers and phones, not to mention all of the apparatus that goes with them.
Someone has to go to Kroger, because we’ve all been busy and between us all we’ve managed to collect is four juice boxes, seven packs of fruit snacks, two Lunchables and nine bottles of wine.
I know it’s our “day out”, but I’m already kind of exhausted, and I can guarantee that one of my dachshunds just threw up in the back of the car because he gets carsick if he’s not sitting in the front seat.
Our day is going to be cut short just a bit, because three of the children have karate tonight (and of course they are all in different classes), one of them has soccer and several of them have to get up for work in the morning and aren’t all about this staying out late nonsense.
We don’t actually know where we’re going. Quite frankly the thought of trying to herd all 33 of us (plus the six dogs minus the cat) into anywhere public is a bit much for my tired brain to grasp, so right now we’re just driving around having our “Day Without a Woman”. By my count it actually includes somewhere north of 14 women at this point, which kind of defeats the purpose.
We were supposed to be proving a point, I think, but it’s been a long outing and we’re exhausted. I think we are just going to head home. Next year, when they come up with another “holiday” for us to celebrate/protest…I hope someone lobbies for free coffee for the participants.
All kidding aside, ladies. Keep being your wonderful, amazing selves. Keep showing up for your lives. You’ve got this.