High Maintenance Woman

Toby Keith (yes, I do like country music!)
The big man tells me that I am high maintenace, mainly because I like to hear that I am doing a good job. I casually remind him that I could truly work at being high maintenance, but right now I'm just not that motivated. I've known a lot of very high maintenance women in my life, and I don't know if I could pull off their lifestyles.
For one thing, I don't think I'd be happy with someone else cleaning my house. Its shocking, I know. Its that I know I could do this, but I do need a little help from time to time. I try, but its difficult because I am trying to do it all. At this point, I'd be happy with everyone picking up after themselves and putting their own laundry away (and their toys). I would love to not feel like I am begging to help me keep our home clean. I try to set a good example for my little guy, but sometimes I feel he's not listening. I guess there are a variety of factors involved, and some of them revolve around seeing how far we can push mommy before she explodes. I don't particularly care for that game.
Hand in hand with cleaning the house goes cooking and eating at home. Due to schedules, the Big Man usually winds up cooking because he's home before me. And he is a very good cook. I appreciate the help and the fact that we are eating long before 7 pm. It gives me a chance to get changed and unwind after work, yet I feel guilty that I am not doing it.
Yes I feel like less of a woman for not being able to clean my house and cook. I admit it, that there is a lot of guilt over this. Add to it, there are some stellar examples of what someone who has it together is like in my life, and bam! A reminder of where I am and what I aspire to...
But I digress...
I also am not one of these super obsessed women who are very focused on appearance. Most days I do not wear make up. When I do, I have learned to blend it so it doesn't look like I am wearing any. I am not as into my hair as I once was. I don't (spray) tan all the time. I'm not a lady who lunches. I'm not that kind of gal. I don't spend hours in the gym (if you've read my blog at any point in time, this is a recurrent theme) although I would like to spend more time doing that. I don't live vicariously through my son. I don't have him enrolled in a gazillion activities and then complain how we're never home blah blah blah.
I do like my clothes and I like to dress nice. However, Humpy gets in my way and makes it difficult to wear a lot of clothes. However, I do try my best. I like doing my nails and toes. I like massages, and I like facials. I can do all of those at home if only I would carve out the time for myself. That's a big IF too. However, that is a seperate set of issues.
If I really put a lot of effort into things, I probably could be high maintenance, but I don't have that kind of energy. I'd rather spend my reserves on other things, like playing with my son. I don't have the patience to sit around and have others do for me. I like being hands on, and I love every minute of my crazy life.