I am woman, hear me rant

Ever feel like your tired is tired?
Oh, hello there. Please don’t mind me. I’m just sitting here, feeling pretty putrid, after spending literally the whole night shriveled up in a ball of stomach cramps and restlessness, dreaming of a better day. Apparently, there’s a bug going around (I say apparently because that’s the general response I get when people hear that I’m not well “Ag shame man, there’s a bug going around”…) so it seems that the bug has latched itself on to me and my fragile tummy, resulting in me being on a water and anti-diarrhea meds diet for the past 2 days.

It’s been a rough 2 days. It made me realize that geez, there is no off switch when it comes to being a woman. Right? In the midst of my sickness, I had to help my teen find suitable clothes to wear to school today (It’s casual day and he was struggling to find pants that matches his shoes, out of all of the many pants and shoes that he owns.) My baby girl woke up this morning and she looked at me with “Mama, play with me” eyes. She doesn’t understand that Mama really can’t run up and down right now. In fact, Mama feels guilty for sleeping majority of yesterday afternoon and all of yesterday evening away. 12 hours that I will never get back.

What I want to know is: Who decided that women are meant to be these tough, stronger than a bull but softer than a feather duster, damsel in distress but “who run the world: girls”, type of people?! That person needs to be given a stern talking to.

And the cherry on the top is that my place of employment decided that they cannot cope without me today. So here I am, sitting at my desk, barely able to focus, but hey, as long as I am here, right?

There is no off switch. None, I tell you. You don’t even realize how much you are relied on until the day that you are unable to do what you do every day. It is the beautiful burden of being a woman. Aaand, rant over.