I'm having a "just a housewife" day.
Stay at home moms, you know the kind of day I'm talking about. A day where I feel frumpy, useless and jealous of all the women out there who get to leave their house on a daily basis. Or who interact with people who don't repeat, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy." incessantly and don't touch them with sticky hands. Or who can meet friends for lunch without worrying about finding a family friendly restaurant. Or who can hit the gym, without worrying if the daycare is open. Or who contribute to the world something more than a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Or hell...who get to pee alone.
I'm tired of feeling like nothing more than someone who is around to find lost shoes and cook dinner. Someone who has just as many cheerios in the bottom of her purse, as loose change. Someone who always smells faintly of Clorox Clean-up. Someone who must enjoy cleaning up after others...because why else would they be so kind as to leave their messes for me? Someone who talks, but nobody listens, because I must have nothing important to say...I'm just a housewife, after all.
Tomorrow will be a better day.