Sometimes I feel that Special Agent Oso provides enough
care for my children that he could qualify as a sister wife. I feel ridiculous even writing it, but as I
watched Oso gently soothe my exhausted children on a Friday afternoon while I
made dinner, I couldn’t shake the feeling. This must be what it’s like to have
a sister wife, a partner to pitch in during those relatively innocuous but
super tricky times of day when everyone, most of all you, is super tired and is
just without the patience or wherewithal to work out how to make it all better.
I'm Jewish. And, as far as I know, there is little evidence of plural marriage and Judaism having any connection in history. That said, I can’t help but wonder sometimes – could there be something real here that I’m missing out on? Just imagine: another woman or women as the case may be who serves as a partner in all ways to help you grow, protect, and nurture your children. I mean – I guess in theory that’s what a spouse or partner might do in a monogamous relationship. But my lump of a husband has been asleep for an hour while I finished the dishes, picked up the toys, took out the garbage and tucked my four year old into bed for the fifteenth time tonight. What in G-d’s name is yours doing right now? If you answer vacuuming, I swear I’ll cut you.
I found your blog as a link from handsfreemama. I've since, in one sitting - while I should be working- read every blog up until this one, nodding my head to every one. I always say I need a wife! even though I have a husband. (my husband does vacuum late at night, though, and does the dishes) But please still let me be your sister wife ;)
ReplyDeleteWow - so surprised and grateful that you and the Hands Free Mama found my humble little blog. I would love for you to be my sister wife! And incindentally, can your vacuuming husband stop by later? Thank you for taking the time to read and for your kind words!
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