I totally loved this movie when it came out in 1980; even though the only thing I had in common with the three protagonists was the fact that I was
2. Had a job.
I certainly never dreamed I'd wind up like poor Judy Berlyn, 40+, thrust back into the workforce with bad hair and worse glasses.
Today I had to get to Burlington Mass by 8:30 for the first session of a two day seminar on e-mail marketing. I went to bed at 11 after loading the dishwasher, running the vacuum and laying out an outfit or two for the little boys. I was up at 5 to get myself ready and pack the lunches and figure out the day. I got home tonight at 5:45 to a house filled with filth and laundry with dinner still to be made and several children's worth of homework to be managed. All I wanted to do was crack open a giant bottle of chardonnay and tip the contents into an iv pouch.
And I've got to do it again tomorrow.
I used to think I was a strong woman.
Up for any challenge.
Nothing I couldn't muscle my way through.
Let me tell you something:
I am feeling overwhelmed and sad, and unsure how I am going to get back in the car again tomorrow at 6:45.
I am writing tonight from a place of profound awe and appreciation for all of the mothers out there who have to do this every single day, without the loving support of a husband, at low paying jobs that leave no money for adequate child care and no time to attend their childrens' needs.
I finally get it.