Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Little Pink Ladies! Those five o’clock helpers of the 50’s.
I know why “Happy Hour” was instituted! It was invented by and for housewives and stay-at-home moms! I don’t know about you, but when five o’clock hits in my house everything goes out the window. It doesn’t matter if we have had a particularly good day (well organized, wonderful mood, everything goes just right), or a bad one (nothing works right, disorganized, foul moods). Either way as the clock hands inch their way to the five o’clock mark things begin to unravel! Despite my best efforts of planning and preparation come five o’clock it’s as if someone hits a switch and changes the track direction of our home.
Five o’clock – Bickering begins, the toddlers lose their minds and begin to cry about EVERYTHING, the five year old starts her tirade of whining and tattling, the dog and the cat decide this is the best possible time to play by chasing each other through the house, tearing up the wood floor and jumping on the furniture which is not allowed! The middle child begins to ask “What’s for dinner?” “Can I have a snack?” And then states as if I didn’t already know this “I’m hungry.” Oldest disappears into his room and becomes oblivious to anything going on outside the bedroom despite the door being open and the noise level exceeding 90 decibels! The rest of us are required to wear hearing protection but somehow he doesn’t hear a thing! The house looks as if a bomb has gone off and the sofa has been consumed by
! Dust bunnies roll freely through the house like tumbleweeds and I’m not sure what we’re going to have for dinner or if we have enough clean plates to eat it on! Mount Washmore
I often think about all the great TV moms, Donna Reed, Marion Cunningham, June Cleaver, Laura Petrie, Margaret Anderson and think there is no way! I must be doing something wrong! If these women were a true representation of housewives of days gone by then we have strayed so far off the track it isn’t even funny! My life is so busy and complicated that frequently I don’t know if I’m coming or going. The idea that housewives of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s were dressed to the nines in fancy dresses and pearls while doing housework intrigues me! The thought that women greeted their husbands at the door with a kiss, around five o’clock no less, looking fabulous boggles my mind! IF, I’m able to meet my husband at the door, I’m lucky if I’m out of my PJ’s and had a shower. And, there isn’t usually a kiss involved it’s more like a weak smile and frazzled “I’m not good, where are we going for dinner? Big Sigh!”
I wonder did women of days gone by really live like that? And, if they did is it because they had a lot of help from Jack, Jim and those little Pink Ladies. Were Jack, Jim and the Ladies nightly visitors at there homes?! I’m not sure I want Jack, Jim or the Ladies at my house but a visit from Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee or even Super Nanny for that matter, would be wonderful!
Since I doubt I will be having any helping visitors in the near future, I guess I’ll have to settle for putting myself in time-out, in my room, dropping to my knees and thanking God for my many blessings and graces. And then, BEGGING for Him to PLEASE send Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee or Super Nanny right away!