So it's happened. I've become all housewife.
Today, I found myself procrastinating (former entry said procreating. How Freudian is that?)any effort to work on my new projects, my resume, and YES, even my blog, by washing windows. I also cleaned the stove, did laundry including curtains which are hanging on the line, got the kids ready, washed the screens and a bunch of other stuff to keep from working on this computer.
It's been such a fast transition I honestly didn't see it coming. I thought my life as a super housewife was only temporary, but I guess that was just a little lie I told myself to keep from quietly running away in the middle of the night.
"Where are you going?" Steve might ask.
"Out for a pack of smokes."
"OK. But you don't smoke."
"Oh. They're for the kids."
Off to north I'd run, mourning my lost family, who quickly replaced me with a less neurotic mom.
I’d move to the UP (upper peninsula of Michigan, for you non-Great Lakes State folks) and buy a tiny cabin on the edge of some immense forest. There, I'd chop my own wood, kill my own chickens and drink whiskey every night to help me forget. Never again would I leave the UP and I'd spend my days sadly shoveling snow and reading romance novels.
It seems my fantasies are sadder than my real life. I guess I'll just stick with it. Besides, who other than me in this family would ever clean the windows?
On a happier, and less creepy, note, it seems the sale of our house is on the horizon. It also appears that I don't have to attend the signing, so I won't. It's both happy and sad, because I was looking for an excuse to break up the monotony of our lives, but going for no reason seems, at the least silly, and at the most mind-numbingly exhausting, not to mention expensive. So I'll stay in Normal and keep busy by walking here and there, and nowhere in particular.
4 comments:
Congratulations on selling the house. Though, I wish you were coming for the signing so we could hang out. I've had some stressful times the past few weeks.
I'm kind of bummed too. There goes my summer vacation. How depressing is that!
Oh, and thanks for posting. I was pretty sure my mom was the only one left who checked my blog. Again (no offense mom) kind of depressing.
I think it's great that you don't have to drive all that way with the girls in the back seat and then home again. But then I'm real lazy about those things in my old age. This is a great reason to come and see you. I love your new house. Cool people live there.
Post a Comment