It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,Just for the record I have never read the book. But I realized he is talking about a stay at home mom. Best and worst of times all wrapped up into one. Some parts of the day, I feel like I am going to go insane. Sometimes I really feel like I can not stay home for another day. I have got to hire a nanny or something (not that I could pay nanny) anything I need some sort of break from the crying. Or the gibber gabber of a three year, sometimes so peace and quiet would be so wonderful but unimagineable. But the at other points of the day, I think I am so blessed, and I can't imagine doing anything else than taking care of these wonderful sweet kids. Today my son came up to me and showed me a picture of an animal he had drawn. He told me Mom, look an animal. And by golly it looked like one once he said that, it had a head, two eyes, and a couple of legs. Sometimes I think can anything be more idealic than being a mom? Then some mini drama happens, and I can't imagine doing this for the next 10 years.
The age of wisdom and foolishness also fits. I'm constantly amazed at all the things my son is learning and picking up on his own. But at the same time, no body is as silly as a preschooler. Back to my previous point, sometimes the stay at home mom's life seems so dark, and so full of despair, but then ten minutes later it can be so fun.
Maybe this is just me, maybe I'm just more dramatic than most stay at home moms. But I really think Dickens was describing what it is like to be a stay at home mom.