Can I Get a Turn to Whine?

Can we talk? May I please vent? My kids were not all that whiny when they were growing up. But as a woman well past 50, I probably have listened at least as many whiners as any one else my age. So can I just have a turn?

I am fighting a sinus infection and it’s pouring rain here in Chicago. I think I speak for a lot of women when I say that I want somebody to talk care of me today. I know. I know. Modern women are supposed to be self-nurturing. We are supposed to take care of ourselves first, be a mother to our own inner child. But I am here to tell you that my own inner child wants someone to stroke the back of her head and say, "It’s okay, honey. You’ll feel better tomorrow. Let me make you a grilled cheese and some cream of chicken soup. Would you like a nice piece of that devil’s food cake Aunt Mayme made for you?" Then I want somebody to do the dishes and pick up after me.  I don’t especially feel like being the mom and cook and homemaker right now. I want somebody to do all that for me.

I want a really good cook to cook for me. It doesn’t have to be comfort food. It could be really healthy stuff like fish and asparagus and fruit. I’ll even drink herb tea if I can still have Aunt Mayme’s cake with it.

And then I want a massage, facial, hairstyle, manicure, pedicure, and professional makeup. (I don’t even like pedicures all that much but I am going for full out spoiling now.) Then I want somebody to bring me a couple great, stylish new outfits that fit me perfectly and make me look really “with out” (Does anyone use that phrase anymore?) and maybe 10 years younger.

I’ve been taking care of people for WAY more than 30 years now. I am good at it. I have been an attentive wife, mother, daughter, friend and supporter to my share of human beings. I am a good care giver. But I’m tired of it.

I know I should be thankful that I am still able to continue to do those things and that I don’t NEED to be taken care of.  But couldn’t somebody pamper and fuss over me anyway?

Maybe I’ll just take a nap. Never mind.

This is an original 50-something Mom's Blog post by Dianne. She also blogs at Morr Creative Thoughts.