I sat down yesterday and re-read what I've written, and honestly, it made me sad.
I've gotten more comfortable in my role as 'housewife', but it is still a little disturbing not to be going out into the world every day and doing my own thing.
Having my own life, separate and distant from the one I live at home.
Having something to talk to OldMan about other than the laundry I did or what happened on my trip to the grocery store.
I'm still trying to come to grips with this new reality, and it's difficult. This is not the life I had planned. I had action and adventure and accomplishment on the agenda. Not to mention alliteration! I mean, come on!
I get that it's an important job. I get that I am fortunate to be able to do this. I get that women all over the world would love to be a stay-at-home mom with a sizable allowance and permission to do whatever they wanted, as long as the house was taken care of and the progeny not murdered.
I don't enjoy being solely responsible for our home. We've always shared the duties here, and while I don't begrudge OldMan the ability to completely shirk his side of things now, it's still bothersome. Especially since I do this all week long and now on the weekends as well.
GAH!~
I need to quit complaining.
It's Friday, people! FRIDAY!
I think we should have a dance party to get ourselves out of the funk.
What say you?!
Yeah, old JPop.
What about it? Just enjoy. And dance around a little bit.
So you know, that's the band Gyaruru with "Boom Boom Meccha Macho".
It's just fun and silly and these girls exhaust me with that energy.
Also, I think they're all my age...
whores.
Blogger's Note: Evidently, November is supposed to be 30 days of being thankful. I can do that, right?
So, for yesterday and today, I'm thankful I didn't kill anyone on my way out the door at the old job. I'd be in prison and not at my desk in sweats and a ratty tshirt. I'd be someone's bitch. All for a pack of reds and an extra tampon allotment.
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