A Day Without a Woman


The organizers of the Women’s March has organized a Day Without A Woman for today, International Women’s Day.  It is meant to illustrate what life would be like without women in it.

My husband and I discussed my participation. It didn’t seem I could strike at work, since I don’t work, my unpaid work is my blogs, but those are passion projects. I was going to semi-strike in the area of home. How naive! Currently it’s 7:00 and my son has been battling his anxiety all day, keeping him home from school. I can’t walk out on him.

I can’t really do this to my husband, anyway. He lives with half a woman (figureatively) anyway. He has to leap into action at a moments’ notice at any time to pick up my slack. I don’t think he needs to know what it’s like to live without a woman. He already does. He does the ferrying of the children and the housework and the groceries and the cooking, he pays the bills and does a ton of other things too. Sound unfair? Most women carry this burden and nothing is said.

I wonder how many people could actually strike today, and was it meant literally? In all areas? Did they take a personal day or call in sick? What happened? Should be interesting.


My pain is still not bad. I’m in bed, though. It’s odd. I’m calibrated, sort of, but I can’t actually do anything yet. So let’s say maybe we have stasis, but I’m stuck in my bed now. Where do we go from here? What do we do if I want to move?

Stuff I still can’t do:

  • Walk half a block
  • Open a bottle
  • Open a package
  • Bathe on my own
  • Shower
  • Make a meal
  • Go shopping
  • Go for a walk
  • Have a glass of wine
  • Read a book
  • Read a short story
  • Follow the plot of an hour long show


I’m certainly not complaining. I’m thrilled with this pain vacation, such as it is. Is it a vacation if it’s only at arm’s length? Because it’s there, it’s just quieter.

That’s the kind of day I’ve had. I’m pretty tired. I had some fun with makeup, and am just waiting for dinner.

Hope you have a great day, Zebras! 😙


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