Confessions of a Middle-Aged Housewife

I just want to spill...

Sometimes, instead of folding the mountain of laundry that just keeps getting bigger, I stuff it into trash bags and then stuff the trash bags in closets or under beds until I am no longer overwhelmed and can get to them, one bag at a time.

Sometimes, I don't want to listen to my kids read to me or talk to me or recap their favorite television shows. On those occasions, I "listen" by looking at them, smiling, and completely tuning them out. However, there are times when I can't even do that so I just tell them to stop talking.

Sometimes, I wish I was sick with a raging fever and disgusting vomit just so I have an excuse to go to bed undisturbed for a few days.

Sometimes, I wake up on Sunday morning and wish I didn't have to go to church. I want to sleep late and have no obligations just one day in the week!

Sometimes, I buy a few luxury food-items at the grocery store that I love and then hide them from the rest of the family so I can have them all to myself. If anyone sees me eating one of these treats and they want a bite, I'm not even nice about saying, "Nope. This is Mommy's."

Sometimes, I pretend to be going to the bathroom so I can have an excuse to be in a room alone with the door locked for five consecutive minutes. Sometimes, I even take one of those luxury treats in there with me. And a book. And sometimes also a pillow.

Sometimes, I want a nap so bad that I tell the seven year old to watch the four and three year olds while I lay down for awhile.

Sometimes, I tell people I will pray for them and then totally forget until days later. And sometimes, even then, I put it on the 'back burner'.

Sometimes, I cry for no reason. Sometimes, I laugh for no reason. Sometimes, I wish everyone would leave me alone. Sometimes, I wish my husband would pay more attention to me. Sometimes, I wish I had more money.

Sometimes, I'm actually content.

Aaaaah. I feel better!