tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post2726781027512583623..comments2024-01-17T03:54:39.225-05:00Comments on Hieing to Kolob: Buck Up, Ladies!Bored in Vernalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-83786085883400822272007-09-04T11:48:00.000-04:002007-09-04T11:48:00.000-04:00IMHO, if you're depressed, ask yourselves, &qu...IMHO, if you're depressed, ask yourselves, "what am I unhappy about?" Then try to remove that which makes you unhappy! <br>1. Too many kids? Use BC or vasectomy. <br>2.Too many people telling you what you "should" do? Tell 'em where to stick it! <br>3. Remember: real feminists make their own decisions. <br>4. Ask for help! It's okay to ask - really.<br><br>Not every woman is cut out for being a SAHM. If you're happier, the kids will be happier. They won't die or turn into sociopaths if they're in daycare. You MUST take care of yourselves. No "prophet" or member of the penishood has the right to tell you or anyone what they should do!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-47928016929699810862007-06-01T18:56:00.000-04:002007-06-01T18:56:00.000-04:00I think I've swept the porch 3 times in 6 year...I think I've swept the porch 3 times in 6 years. My husband does it, if he wants it done. This is a great post. <br><br>My mom had The Art of Homemaking. Maybe that's why her marriage failed? She had so much guilt over the fact that her house was not always sparkling clean, that she wasn't the perfect skinny wife (which she really was), and that no amount of makeup or lack thereof would please the man. <br><br>I'm a little more secure than my mom was, but that doesn't make me less frustrated with how overwhelming being a SAHM is.sarah k.http://www.blogger.com/profile/18443012372866539495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-78501106745843213562007-05-27T00:51:00.000-04:002007-05-27T00:51:00.000-04:00Well, my first thought, before I even read bbell&#...Well, my first thought, before I even read bbell's list, was to think that with a 4-year-old, a 20-month-old and newborn twins, he's darn lucky his wife didn't do a Lorena Bobbit on him.<br><br>Anyway, it's a funny thing to me that the list has more to do with making the husband's life pleasant...making sure he has an attractive, slim wife and a clean house; lots of sex; that she has "the girls" to talk to so that she won't bother him with her problems. Honestly, the only reason I have to suspect that the list really was from his wife was the last entry...making him help with the cooking and cleaning.<br><br>Sorry to be cynical, but while I don't have kids I am familiar with the depession that can come with having to stay home and take care of someone...in this case my mother. She doesn't need that much "care", really, but because she has memory issues, she has to have someone around on a constant basis. As much as I love my mother, it can get wearing...and wearying sometimes. And when it does, cleaning the house, getting dressed up, and watching my diet isn't going to change that.littlemissattitudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09826943351455750612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-34274166083240304882007-05-26T19:01:00.000-04:002007-05-26T19:01:00.000-04:00Nope bored, not even inclined to sweep my front po...Nope bored, not even inclined to sweep my front porch. But I was blessed enough to come to the Church 1. in Calif and 2. as a late teen, so I got to miss all the inculturation. Yay for me.Johttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530972001172936718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-14992262373744892182007-05-26T17:47:00.000-04:002007-05-26T17:47:00.000-04:00The funny thing about this post is that after read...The funny thing about this post is that after reading it, 9 out of 10 Mormon women will go outside and sweep off the front porch, even after I have thoroughly made fun of the notion.<br><br>Admit it!Bored in Vernalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-44113716279657712272007-05-26T17:38:00.000-04:002007-05-26T17:38:00.000-04:00Jana, you're right, usually by the time one ne...Jana, you're right, usually by the time one needs to go see the counselor, one is so deeply into the depression that it's hard to get oneself there--or can no longer see the need for it clearly. <br><br>That said, I've never found much real help in counseling. A lot of it is that I've had bad luck in counselors. And, when I've really needed it, I couldn't afford it. And I don't have much faith in what they are trying to do...<br><br>long story.Bored in Vernalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-70937233384227014362007-05-26T17:32:00.000-04:002007-05-26T17:32:00.000-04:00even a barn...That's a direct quote from the b...<i>even a barn...</i><br><br>That's a direct quote from the book, I have it here before me, or I wouldn't have believed it myself.<br><br>Here's another one of my faves:<br>"The living room should be--like Grandmother's memorable parlor--the place where the family's finest in furniture and decorations can be displayed in gleaming perfection and where guests can be entertained in pleasant, uncluttered surroundings. The living room can then be a place where the children enter when they are prepared to behave like little ladies and gentlemen and when they are ready to enjoy special, memory-making occasions." <br><br>I don't know about you, but we do most of our living in the living room.Bored in Vernalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016611721544251941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-27788167089496813552007-05-26T14:38:00.000-04:002007-05-26T14:38:00.000-04:00When I was in my darkest days of depression I coul...When I was in my darkest days of depression I couldn't even leave the house. I can't imagine how such a list would've helped me because my house was clean and I was wearing nice clothes and makeup and yet I was completely empty inside. I was also having sex with my husband quite frequently. It didn't help one bit. Really. I was also the thinnest I've ever been, too. I stop eating when I am depressed--so the overeating/exercising advice is irrelevant, too.<br><br>I still can't exactly say how I got undepressed, but I know for sure that it wasn't about a clean house or better clothes or more sex. It was a combination of having my kids get a little older, some changes in my marriage relationship, some altered goals, and my return to school. Depression still revisits me often, as I expect it always will. It came and settled in about two weeks ago (again) and I found myself in a stupor--unable to garden or blog or find any joy. And as of just yesterday I think I can say that s/he's moved on again--at least for a time.<br><br>For me, if things ever get really bad again I am going straight to counseling. I've asked my husband to help me in this regard--to get me there even if I don't think I want/need to go.janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06538362162139679868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035557836022548249.post-54270878279868648832007-05-26T11:02:00.000-04:002007-05-26T11:02:00.000-04:00O.M.G. She did not say, "Even a barn looks b...O.M.G. She did not say, "Even a barn looks better if it's painted," did she?<br><br>Thanks for this post and the link to BCC. I think I've learned a thing or two about my own emotional-health struggles. I am nothing if not a pressure-adding, guilt-inducing machine (mostly on myself, but I think this spills over to the family in the form of heightened expectations).JohnRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01822899155130408891noreply@blogger.com