One hour into my new job on "Desperate Housewives,"
The 12-hour day I am just starting on this set will feel like a vacation compared to the 18-hour shifts I've been pulling at home for the last year with my three small children. Felicity may never know that she threw my entire existence a life preserver when she said, "Walk with me."
On our walk, my new pal shares with me how thrilled she was to come to work in the early years of this series and hide in her trailer. Felicity says she found her double-wide to be a peaceful oasis, in comparison to the high-octane energy of kids as young as mine are now. "It gets so much easier," Felicity gently adds. It takes everything I have to just smile at Lynette Scavo because this kindness makes me want to cry. As well as grab her by the biceps and make her swear to God she is telling the truth.
Two years ago, I found myself pregnant with my second child when my first was only 9 months old. This was . . . inconvenient. Finding out this surprise pregnancy was twins was . . . life-altering. With all those babies come to fruition now, but all three still under age 3, most of my time is currently spent wiping, cleaning, prepping, driving and worrying, with occasional kisses and renditions of "Twinkle, Twinkle,
The small percentage of my 20-hour days that I go to work -- and get my hair and makeup done, wear fancy clothes and use vocabulary words you must be 4 feet tall to understand -- is spectacular. It's my Disneyland. And I'm seeing, here at my second job since having Irish triplets, that some mommas need to work in the house and out of it, to keep their sense of self.
The only variation seems to be how much time each mother wants and how much she actually gets -- away from our most treasured people. I am sure of this by my third day on "Desperate Housewives" because I spend it working with
Marcia and I, coincidentally, got married on the same day and each spent the next year on television shows hiding our pregnancies. She had twins when I had just one -- all born in the same month -- but I quickly went on to have my own twins later that year. As I sat across from Marcia, 3 1/2 years into both our marriages, I noticed she has none of the skittish signs of exhaustion and post-partum that I do. And this on her 48th birthday!
I know I have more children than she does (and I don't have her tremendous paycheck every week) but I'm almost a decade younger than Marcia! She looks fantastic and I feel broken. As I watch her glide around the set, I finally realize what makes a housewife desperate: it's the house - or more specifically, being stuck in it when you don't want to be.
But Felicity and Marcia and the rest of the mommies on
Thank you, "Housewives."
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