I sits down at the table as I bisect my food into large pieces. Who has time to sit and cut it up into tiny pieces, especially after they serve everyone else their food and cut it up?
I hear the sound of the men around me, chewing noisily as they smack their lips, and then a belch. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, making the crease between my brows grow deeper, how could they bastardize the meal by being so rude?
I wished that I could just go for a walk and get away so that I could take some pictures of some begonias. Just for a little while, I would love the break.
Maybe I will take Auggie for a walk, as he blasts off out the door, pulling me down the stairs. I yell his name, in frustration as I fight to stay on my feet. Running faster and faster as I feel the wind hitting my face, dodging the bugs as they attempt to fly into my eyes and ears.
Move your bippy, I think as the dog I brought with me stops, yet again to reclaim the tree, the pole, the hydrant on the street, or just smell the poop of another dog, as he wonders how a dog could be bold enough to poop in his spot!
Sometimes I day dream of getting a job, any job, instead of staying home mom it does not matter if I was a bookmaker. Hell, if I had time I would love it! I am so sick of feeling like and being accused of being a beach bum, because I chose to be a stay at home mom, instead of going back to school to finish my degree.
Oh well, that was not the right path for me anyway, a bologna major that would have left me miserable.
In fact, it was the best thing for me to take the time off to enjoy time with my first son and then with the second, came the depression. A depression that kept me from being able to connect to anyone or anything.
I stopped taking the birth control, the doctors insisted were the best option for me and suddenly, it was if a magician waved her magic wand screaming, “Begone, you evil demon, begone!” Just like one of the banditos in the Wild West movies, I chased the depression out of town, and the clouds rolled away, only to show sunshine.
I may complain, and say that I want something else, but I am truly blessed,and happy that I do get to stay with my bouncing baby boys. That I get to love them, hold them, and watch them as they grow.
They are my life, they are my world, and they do brighten my day. I really would not trade this precious time for anything.
Hey, did you know that babbling brooks, are beautiful this bright and beautiful day. We should go sit on the bay and watch.
Boy, see what happens when I work on my homework all weekend, I go bonkers, batty, absolutely insane!
Since I now find myself bouncing all over the place, like a blabbering, belligerent boob. I am off to listen to some Bo Diddly :P.
I suppose I will share with you, so grab yourself a beer, sit back and tell me, “Who do you love?!