Kathy said around mid-afternoon on August 16, 2007
I’m having one of THOSE days. The kind where you wish you were someone else. Someone with no responsibility, or drive, or motivation whatsoever. I’d like to jump into the skin of a 21 year old waitress (who has smaller thighs) who’s biggest worry is if the bartender noticed her cleavage. I love my life. I do. I don’t complain about what I have and what I have earned and accomplished. I’m grateful through and through. But once in a while I’d like to not be someone’s mother or wife.
I’m becoming painfully aware how much of a toddler Reilly has become and 99% of the time, I love it. I love being with him and around him and if I could, I would snuggle up to him every night and sleep next to him so I could hear him breathing and smell his freshly baby bathed hair. Then I have a day like today where I don’t want a tiny kid hanging on my leg all day, opening and closing every cabinet door 475 times per hour, needing to have his diaper rash tended to or washing ketchup off matchbox cars and pulling green beans “clown car” style out of a miniature Silverado. Pile a job on top of it and you have yourself a mommy in dire need of a hot bath, a martini and night off.
I’ll wake up tomorrow and feel totally opposite and wonder how I could ever have wished a moment of my time be spent away from him. But for right this minute, I’d like to not be me.
Annnnnnd scene.
from San Diego, CA
Cocktail: Slighty dirty Grey Goose Martini
You seriously need a drink. I hereby decree that you should log-off, wrangle the bambino, then tub and martini yourself into a stupor.
from hell
You can be me if you want.
I went to Whole Foods yesterday going “what’s the smell”.
It was my shirt.
It smelled like feet/dog shit.
And I have no idea why (ok I do....the man found the shirt in his van from our camping trip, left it in his van in a bin, his business has to do with fishy fishies, it smelled, he found it, threw it in the wash, appears wash didn’t wash it thoroughly)
Or the time when I brought a gym bag to the local gym, put on my shirt, noticed the cat pissed on it and ACTUALLY had a 3 second thought “gee, I want to be hot. I want to work out. Maybe no one would notice.”
I SAID 3 SECONDS. DON’T JUDGE THE STINKY.
from Farm Country, PA
Cocktail: Your Mom
We still have the “MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WIIIIIIIIPE MY HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEY” days coming up in our future.
from your moms.
I’m not sure if it’s more sad or pitiable that mothers (fathers too, but to a lesser extent I think) feel guilt at having those feelings. You shouldn’t. Perfectly normal, as long as you don’t actually indulge them. And I’m totally being hypocritical here, because I’ve felt guilt at having those feelings myself.
from Clive Owen's Bedroom
Cocktail: Mojito
Let’s play The Holiday. I’ll come live in your home take care of your family and you can HAVE mine. I’ll of course need you to sign a contract enforcing our agreement.
I hope things are better in the morning.
from your moms.
Cheers, cheers....
from your moms.
Well this should make you smile if you haven’t read / been forwarded it 1012 times already today:
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