That is how I am feeling right now. There are so many details that surround it, but the bottom line is that I am lonely. My husband is busy with work, and my chidren do not need the burden of a lonely mom. My parents have issues, (more to be explained later I am sure) and my mother-in-law is so passive aggressive toward me right now I am developing a twitch.
Do not get me wrong. My husband is about the most wonderful, kind and supportive person that I know. He holds me and listens to me. He is eternally patient with me and all my worried, and babbling.
I hate January.
I get cabin fever, and there is only so much re-decorating I can do and still have a smiling husband. There is only limited time to do crafty things before I am needed. I am bored with the computer, and wish to be inspired.
I need some inspiration.
I NEED a vacation.
BUT last time I mentioned that to my husband he told me that he didn't trust anyone to watch our 13 mo. old overnight (Which I had to agree with him). And we couldn't afford it anyway. POP went my balloon.
I feel guilty even calling someone to watch my 2 just to get a haircut.
Why is it in my loneliness I just crave a little time that I can feel like a woman. Not just a mom, or a wife, or a daughter (especially this one) or a sister. Just a special woman who deserves to be pampered for even an hour. Who DESERVES a little time to focus on me.
However stupid it might be, I would just love to go for one day, maybe with a girlfriend, and shop, and get my hair done. Heck maybe even get some glitter perma-glued to my toes. To have 2 hours to MISS my children. To have 10 minutes to re-fill my empty cup.
I suppose THIS is what it feels like to dream.
Why I need counseling
Insanity at it's best.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Christmas (aka what a better place to begin!)
For the record. I love my family. In fact, I even love my in-laws. I love them, I enjoy them, heck, most of the time I even LIKE them.
That doesn't however change the fact that they are all competely INSANE.
Let us start with my family shall we?
Christmas=Drama
And my husband's family?
Christmas =More drama
Yes. Christmas is a wonderful time of the year. So, juat for your viewing pleasure,
Here were my 12 days of Christmas
12 arguments
11 heavy guilt trips
10 women weeping
9 Husbands hiding
8 Judgemental remarks
7 late night vents
6 shopping trips
5 tons of food
4 million parties
3 prideful comments
2 tired kids
and a nervous breakdown waiting to happen.
Your interests have been piqued??
Stay tuned. There is more. Oh believe me. There is more.
That doesn't however change the fact that they are all competely INSANE.
Let us start with my family shall we?
Christmas=Drama
And my husband's family?
Christmas =More drama
Yes. Christmas is a wonderful time of the year. So, juat for your viewing pleasure,
Here were my 12 days of Christmas
12 arguments
11 heavy guilt trips
10 women weeping
9 Husbands hiding
8 Judgemental remarks
7 late night vents
6 shopping trips
5 tons of food
4 million parties
3 prideful comments
2 tired kids
and a nervous breakdown waiting to happen.
Your interests have been piqued??
Stay tuned. There is more. Oh believe me. There is more.
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