Poo Poo on Palin

I don't want to be sexist. Really. I hate hypocrites more than pro-lifers, but I guess they're sorta the same so that's not such a good comparison. I digress. I don't want to be sexist. And I don't want to be a hypocrite. But who does Sarah Palin think she is? All women of my generation know that you can't REALLY have your cake and eat it, too. One must prioritize. For women, children win out over careers. Just sorta the way it works out when we're the gender with the uterus.

I want her to share her secret with me. Who is taking care of her children while she's off fighting all the unethical jerks who live in Alaska? Who's changing baby Trig's diapers? Who's helping little Piper get her homework done and helping her with her reading and taking her to practice and lessons? Who's there to talk to Bristol and Willow about all the issues that plague teen girls these days? Who eats dinner with them every night? Who's doing the laundry? Who's scheduling all the well-child checkups for the baby and taking the time to run him to the doctor for all his vaccinations? Who's making the dentist appointments and the grocery lists? Who picks up the dry cleaning and gets dinner on the stove? When does she find time to romance her high school sweetheart? When does she have time to just be Sarah?

This isn't so much about Palin as it is about ME. I want to go to back to work, you see, but I can't figure out how to teach 8th grade and manage three kids--none of whom is an infant with special needs--much less be first in line should something happen to the most powerful person in the free world.

I can't figure out how to drop them all off where they all need to be to get to where they have to end up for the day, only to find some way to pick them all up at the end of the day to run them to and fro for various activities. When do I make dinner? When do I do laundry? When do I help with homework? When do I sleep? It's still a mystery to me, so I guess that's why McCain picked Palin and not me. Well, there is that little issue of choice to get in the way. . .