No Housework Day

Housework really isn't my thing.  Now, I love coming home to a clean house just as much as the next gal.  But actually doing it?  Well, that ranks up there with getting a root canal.  Actually, scratch that.  You have a limited number of teeth to get drilled, but a nearly limitless number of times you clean the house.

So starting today, I'm declaring Thursdays my official "No Housework Day".  Beds can stay unmade.  Someone else can load the dishwasher.  No grocery shopping. No laundry. No nothing. 

Just me and the blogosphere.

I think I just might like this.

What do you want out of life?

Are you leading the life you always dreamed of?  If not, why not?

Certainly, when I married all those years ago, I didn't expect to be where I am today.  I expected to be a hot-shot Nurse Practioner in a private practice group. I expected my husband would own his own Architectural Firm.  I expected my kids to be well behaved, polite and over-achievers. I expected to live in La Jolla, take fabulous vacations and drive a brand new BMW.

Instead, an injury threw me out of the work place nearly 10 years ago.  I live in daily pain. My husband got laid off, again.  My oldest daughter drives me crazy on a daily basis.  The middle one is a surly teen.  And the youngest is struggling in school. Oh, and I'm no where near a beach, haven't been on vacation in 6 years and we won't even begin to talk about my car.

So how did I end up here?  I'm really not sure.  Obviously, I screwed up somewhere.  And not just somewhere, multiple somewheres.  I wake up angry every day.  That is, when I can drag myself out of bed at all. 15 years of working night shift has completely thrown my body for a loop.  Given my druthers, I would be up all night and sleep all day.  But real life doesn't allow me to do that. Real life means the alarm clock goes off at 6 a.m. so I can get the kids off to school.  Real life means the dogs need to go out or they will leave me with a not-so-nice present on the floor.

Real life sucks.

How this blog came to be...

So if you've stumbled upon this blog, you might be wondering how this all came about.  Simply, it's because I wanted a place to share my thoughts.  But some of my thoughts are not the kind I want to share with those closest to me.  Some things, in order to maintain the status quo, are best left unsaid.  

It's not that I don't love my husband or my kids or my friends or my neighbors.  It's just that there are some things they won't understand. But that's where you, dear reader, come in.  

If you've found this blog, chances are that you, too, leave things unsaid, but not un-thought or un-felt.  So this is our safe place.  A place where we can share the things that go through our heads.  The things that make us question are sanity.  The things we long to say, but know we can't.

This is our soft place to land.