Here I am again, beating my head against the wall and wondering when the craps gonna stop happening.
My husband was home for only one day for Thanksgiving. We didn't see him again until January 4th. He missed our youngest daughter's birthday, Christmas and New Years. Of course the kids are getting kinda attitude-y since he's been gone so much. Makes me want to run away and hide.
I didn't get married so I could be a single mom. This isn't what I signed that paper for.
I'm not a social person. I don't make friends easily. Since I have to have the kids with me all the time it's hard to make a friend that isn't one of my kids' friends' mom and doesn't involve playdates.
I would just like to have a little time to myself and that is impossible to do without my husband here to take over every now and then.
I'd like to go sit at Starbucks for lunch, eat an insanely expensive sandwich and sip a frappucino while reading a giant fiction book. Just to have an hour or two without having to stop an argument between kids or field constant requests for things we can't afford.
It would go a long way toward preserving my sanity.
Perhaps I should use those few moments alone to write a book. One that couldn't be anything but a bestseller. Then maybe I could have enough money to keep him from having to work so much.
And hire a Nanny. That would really be nice.