July 20, 2005

Sucks to be Her

I saw a picture in the paper today of President Bush announcing John Roberts as his nominee and off to the side were Mr. Roberts’ wife and children. My first thought?

Sucks to be her.

Obviously she and I are different people. I read a small bit about her and I venture to say by the way she carried herself in the picture combined by what I read of her, we have not much in common. I am sure she loves her life.

I never wanted a big huge successful husband that made the big bucks enabling us to have the biggest houses… the cars… the maids… the nannies. Blech. A man like that works a lot of hours. Their life is their work. Their life is not their relationships. It is not their family. A man like that… their wife must be a Kodak moment, a picture on his desk that people see and say, “Oh! What a lovely wife you have!”

A man like that works late hours all the time. There’s no family dinner. There’s no playing baseball with the kids after clearing the table. No video games with the boys after dark.

A man like that slips into bed after his family is sleeping and awakens before the house has stirred. He eats at his desk or does power lunches at big expensive restaurants.

His wife is expected to look a certain way, talk a certain way, and… dress a certain way. There’s no slumming and going to home depot in a ratty t-shirt and sandals. Their hired handy man goes to Home Depot for them. Besides, there are images to uphold, dinner parties to attend, and cocktail chatter to be made with people you with whom you must struggle to find common ground.

His time with his family is scheduled, I am sure. At those dedicated ‘family times’ he has to insist that it does not intrude upon them… although I am sure that more than likely he carries a cell phone and on more than one occasion has had to leave their family plans, a quick kiss on the cheek for his wife saying, “I gotta go. It’s the office. You know how it is…”

I am sure that Mrs. Roberts loves her life. But all I can think is, “Sucks to be her.” The life of a wife of a Supreme Court Justice would be my personal hell. The life of the wife of the man striving to get there… would be infinitely worse.

Posted by Boudicca at July 20, 2005 10:16 PM | TrackBack

It does suck. My friend has this life. She was "allowed" to talk to me sparingly. It helped when he was overseas.

I haven't heard from her in months. No reply to calls or voicemails. I know it's not her, we were that close. It's him.

She's gotta be perfect for him.

(I know that's not exactly what you were getting at, but that's what it reminded me of. Hmmm...maybe another post)

Posted by: Sissy at July 20, 2005 10:55 PM

I couldn't live that way and simply can't imagine it. I can, however, imagine being the wife of a conch... I'm so close to that now it's funny... ;)

Posted by: pam at July 21, 2005 12:01 PM

I think it was seeing that poor little boy in SADDLE SHOES that did it for me. Good heavens, those aren't coming back into style, are they?

Posted by: Marty at July 21, 2005 03:27 PM

Be careful what you wish for. Doug is a contractor and works long hours now. Which we are thankful for as there was a period when he had no job. I think most people are happy, though, with their normal, unassuming lives. I wish our politicians knew that...

Posted by: Jody Halsted at July 21, 2005 05:54 PM