For the past month or so, I have been feeling about 10 years older than I actually am. My entire day is taken up with errands, cleaning, and trying to keep my kids alive. I am really, really busy all the time, but it isn't the kind of busy that makes me feel young and alive. I am feeling like I am losing my identity. Perhaps I am not losing it so much as it is just shifting? I don't know. Either way, I need something in my life that drives me a little more than how to get barf stains out of the carpet.
Here is a list of ideas that I came up with and, subsequently, reasons why I have talked myself out of them.
1. Sewing-I don't have a sewing machine. I don't have money for a sewing machine. I can't draw and/or cut a straight line. This would be disastrous.
2. Scrapbooking- Love the idea, but I would rather have someone knock me out with a hammer than scrapbook. Refer to above comment about cutting in straight lines.
3. Training for a marathon or another fitness related thing-Possibility. But there are two small midgets that live in my house that wont let me workout like I need to, let alone run. It would be a very inconsistent plight to take on. Dog ear this one, because maybe joining a gym that watches kids while you workout is just what I need.
4.Writing a book- I would love to write a book or story of sorts, but I get so overwhelmed with all of the ideas and possibilities...that I just do nothing. Now THAT'S motivation.
5. Cooking-Oh yeah, I don't really like to cook...mostly because I have to...all the time.
6. Bird watching? Never.
This is the first time, since I was 15, that I haven't worked. It is a culture shock to my system. I love being home with my kids and getting to take care of the family, but I need some sort of driving...thing! My days are passing by too quickly full of bleach, crying kids and meal planning. These things are important, but day after day of it is making me feel old, unattractive and useless. (Yes, I know these things are not useless...stay with me here...) I need adult interaction more than 2 times a month. (I never understood why stay at home mom's always said that they valued getting to talk to adults...but I do now). I am pretty sure I am going to be that crazy, filthy, toothless lady down on the corner, trying to talk to anyone on the corner who will listen.
Anyway, musing for your Friday.