My kids are young, and I am restless. I cant help but be annoyed by the monotony of the daily grind. The umming and the ahhing, the to-ing and the fro-ing, the packing, the stacking, the laundering, the folding, the buying, the chopping, the cooking, the slogging, the directing, the inspecting, the telling and the re-telling, the hashing, the trashing, the spending, and the lending, the leading, the receding, the weeding, and the deceiving, if you go to school and do you work, you will have a happy life, your life will be full. You wont stay up at night and question why everything is the way it is. You will sleep as blissfully as a child without a care in the world, and the world will be your oyster. You wont have doubts, regrets that ebb and swirl, all the musta's and the shoulda woulda coulda's wont nip at your toes, you will be head strong, and confidant, you will know without any hint of doubt, that youre doing what you should be doing... so different from mommy, who has a headache now, come and read your reading book to me, and for heavens sake get off the dining room table and stop swinging the pendulum light back and forth (true story).
You will have relentless energy, your relationships will flow with synergy, you and your chosen mate will live together in true harmony, essentially there is nothing but bliss in matrimony. There will be no socks on the floor, no underwear stuck underneath the bathroom door, no odd spots in the sink, no odd blobs in the toilet that make you think, that maybe perhaps you were meant to be more than the person in charge of cleaning hairs out of the shower, that maybe your life was supposed to be more, than worrying about double bagging garbage, that maybe the endless wiping of noses, the choosing of clotheses, the pairing of shoeses has left you feeling empty and useless.
Dont get me wrong, I am grateful, more than I appear in this little song, for the blessings I have right under my feet, but when it comes to my needs and wants, theyve packed up and hit the street.
I have everything that everybody always said that I could need and want. The three/two, a house on the cul de sac, a pool for the summer months, and warm shelter for the colder weather, nestled in with birds of a feather, other mommies who wave from their porches, who appear so unlike you. At home in their jammies, in their fleecy robes making muffins, smiling at their children, gleefully mopping floors and attacking their chores.
I just feel bound by my duties and ever more entranced with my obsession, of finding something that mentally fulfills me, that enhances my profession. I love to earn money, I love to prove my worth, I easily balance bank accounts and export packages around the earth, I love to take care of my family, and provide for them. Just I feel so dissatisfied and I hate this feeling again.
I dont want to wish anyone away, or to grow them up faster. I welcome every childish moment, and every family disaster. I just wish I could make a selfish decision, serving no one but myself, without feeling like I abandoned the puppies that I whelped!
You will have relentless energy, your relationships will flow with synergy, you and your chosen mate will live together in true harmony, essentially there is nothing but bliss in matrimony. There will be no socks on the floor, no underwear stuck underneath the bathroom door, no odd spots in the sink, no odd blobs in the toilet that make you think, that maybe perhaps you were meant to be more than the person in charge of cleaning hairs out of the shower, that maybe your life was supposed to be more, than worrying about double bagging garbage, that maybe the endless wiping of noses, the choosing of clotheses, the pairing of shoeses has left you feeling empty and useless.
Dont get me wrong, I am grateful, more than I appear in this little song, for the blessings I have right under my feet, but when it comes to my needs and wants, theyve packed up and hit the street.
I have everything that everybody always said that I could need and want. The three/two, a house on the cul de sac, a pool for the summer months, and warm shelter for the colder weather, nestled in with birds of a feather, other mommies who wave from their porches, who appear so unlike you. At home in their jammies, in their fleecy robes making muffins, smiling at their children, gleefully mopping floors and attacking their chores.
I just feel bound by my duties and ever more entranced with my obsession, of finding something that mentally fulfills me, that enhances my profession. I love to earn money, I love to prove my worth, I easily balance bank accounts and export packages around the earth, I love to take care of my family, and provide for them. Just I feel so dissatisfied and I hate this feeling again.
I dont want to wish anyone away, or to grow them up faster. I welcome every childish moment, and every family disaster. I just wish I could make a selfish decision, serving no one but myself, without feeling like I abandoned the puppies that I whelped!
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