Who ever said that Mom's were responsible for the answer to this age old question? I hate cooking, I am not a good cook, and I am so damn tired of hearing this every single day of my life.
The problem with my kids is that I don't just hear it once a day, I hear it again and again and again, well you get the idea. Now mind you, my kids are not little ones that depend on me for almost everything, well they do but they are NOT supposed to, they are teens perfectly capable of finding something for themselves. But not my kids. Some women love to cook but I am just not one of them. My kids complain of my cooking all the time but yet I go thru this day in, day out.
I never dreamed of being a SAHM when I was young. Oh no, not me. I wanted a career. I was going to be the best criminal defense lawyer this world ever had seen. So what happened? Kids, that's what.
For some reason I took a big detour in this thing we call life. I got married at 18, yes, 18. Wow. That was way too young. By 20 I was a Mom. By 29, a Mom of 3. I missed the college route. I missed the "have the time of my life" route.
When they were all little I always thought I was going to go to school when they got older and somehow realize all the dreams that had escaped me. Forward 10 years after the birth of my last one and I became totally and completely disabled. I had just enrolled in college at the ripe old age of 40 and had to have surgery. Well I had had surgery quite a few times so it was nothing new. It didn't go quite as planned which was something else not new. However this time it left me with full blown fibro and left a lot of little illnesses to become full blown illnesses.
So here I am at 44 and I am totally disabled. I did get in 2 yrs of college before I had to take a break due to the illnesses. Now 2 yrs after that, I think I may go back to school again. I want to have a college degree even if my dream of being the best damn defense lawyer will more than likely never happen.
For now, I think I'll let hubby fire up the barbeque and go back to sleep.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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