Now that my youngest is in Kindergarten, I get asked “What are you going to do with yourself all day?”
And I want to reply, “Oh, I think I’ll sit in a corner and cut myself until it’s time to pick up my little darlings. I miss them so.”
As if I couldn’t possibly do something of worth while they are slaving away, learning their periodic tables and the finer points of social manipulations?
AS IF I’M A GIANT ASSHOLE FOR JUMPING UP AND DOWN, CLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE A DRUNK CHIMP WITH TOURETTES BECAUSE I’M FREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Ahem. I’m not that kind of mommy.
Yes, I love my babies. I’m blessed beyond measure, and wouldn’t trade them for the world.
Now, get the frap out and get a job.
Are you friggin serious? What am I gonna do??? Nothing! Everything! I’m gonna paint myself in Sunkist orange soda, don my best flip-flops and climb Mt. Kilimanjaro! I shall belt on my husband’s taser and go goat hunting! Who cares!
The delight lies not within what I might do, but that I can! For the first time in 8 years, 5 months and 13 days, I am my own entity.
Woe to the child or husband who interferes with that.