As of today, I'm putting in my resignation as wife and mother. Where do I pick up my final paycheck.
:drama:
Seriously though, for the past few days I've been wondering why I signed up for this whole thing. Picking up toys, washing clothes, washing dishes, dusting, caring for the pets, cooking--it seems like a never ending, very boring cycle. And I don't even have my 'dream' family.
Please don't get me wrong--I dearly love my family. But with the drama of the past few days, the constant drudgery and the boredom, sometimes I wonder at my choices. One of my closest friends posted a picture of herself (on Facebook) going to an event. She was wearing a sparkly, backless dress, and looked like she was having the time of her life. Of course, she doesn't have kids. I felt a little jealous. I'm sure she feels a little jealous of me sometimes, too, because my life is so secure. But sometimes I'm bored with the security. Is that stupid?
Do any of you ever feel that way? Like you'd love to have a wild and crazy life that didn't include poopy diapers?

