My Life is a Greek Myth- the Tragic Kind.

I happened to read about the following Greek myth the other day, and it got me thinking:

Sisyphus was taken to the Underworld, where he was punished by being compelled to roll a stone to the top of a slope where it always escaped him and would roll down the slope again; Sisyphus would begin the task again and thus continue forever.

And what was I thinking? "That's exactly how I feel about LAUNDRY!!"

I spent a little spare time on some internet research, and here's what I learned.

Bacchanalia: A festival in honor of Bakkhus (Bacchus) that was fueled by wine which incited frenzy in the participants. The Bakkhanalia was banned by the Romans in the second century BC because of the depraved and wanton nature of the festivities.

We totally have that! Only we call it "Family Night" and it's not fueled by wine but by Rice Krispy Treats and a love of the scriptures. And it's not banned (yet).

I'm like Athena: She was the virgin goddess of wisdom, fertility, the useful arts and prudent warfare. I think every mom tries to be wise, I'm obviously fertile (which unfortunately does negate the "virgin" part of this equation), I think being a mother/household manager is the ultimate useful art, and anyone who has raised children has engaged in prudent warfare. ("Kate, if you do not go to bed this instant, your Leapster is gone for 2 days!")

Bruce is just like Hercules: Buff, up for any task, and accidentally poisoned by his wife. (See, babe, I told you it was an ACCIDENT!)

On housework, there's Penelope: She would weave during the day and each night she would undo a portion of her work. The only difference here is that I do the "weaving" and someone else does the "un-weaving." As in, I grumble to myself almost every morning, "What the what? I could have sworn this kitchen was clean when I went to bed."

There were myths that apply to my girls too. For example:

Pero: The beautiful daughter of Neleus and Khloris (Chloris) and the wife of the seer, Melampous. Pero was so beautiful that Neleus would not allow any man to marry her.

Yep, I'm certain that's how Bruce will feel when Kate and Kiki start dating.

And lastly, there's Pandora:

When Epimetheus accepted Pandora he unleashed all the evils on the world; although women were designed as a curse to men, the only thing worse than marriage was for a man to live and die alone.

I know Bruce has felt cursed more than once during the course of our marriage- but, at least he's not alone. Pandora wasn't all bad either: remember that after she opened her box and released evil and sadness there remained one thing: Hope. That's true for me, too. I have hope for my children, I have hope for my husband, and I hope for a good life for those I love.

(Thanks, messagenet.com for the info.)