I am aware that overall, I have a darn good life. A great husband, an adorable daughter, good friends and a good job. But there are days when it's easy to forget about all that.
Days when the baby starts screaming the minute she wakes up, and doesn't stop until after I put her to bed at night.
Days when the high maintenance people (and clients) I work with all turn the crazy knob to 11.
Days when the dog has liquid butt (again) all over the baby's bedroom carpet.
Days when my husband says all the wrong things, at all the wrong times. Things that send me slamming off into our bedroom to muffle my screams of frustration in a pillow.
Days when the cat pukes...right where I'm bound to step in it (again).
Days when there doesn't seem to be enough coffee in the world to keep my head from wanting to collapse into a pillow.
Days when I have to find a new daycare provider, come up with the money to re-tile the the bathroom tub and fix the kitchen ceiling, and write 50,000 brilliant headlines, all with a migraine the size of Texas.
Days when I want to run away. Far, far away. To a city on the other side of the country. Or a country on the other side of the ocean. To a place where there are no responsibilities, no problems, no demands on my time.
To an island where I can lie on the beach and read books all day, selling macaroni necklaces to tourists for money.
To a cosmopolitan city where I can get a job in a big, glamorous agency, write award-winning work and go home to a sleek bachelorette pad, freshly cleaned by my daily maid service.
To a cabin in the wilderness where I can gather nuts and berries to eat while crafting The Great American Novel.
To a place and a life that's as different from mine as it's possible to be.
But you know what? Even if I were to run for the hills, pull up stakes and start over, I know it'd only be a matter of time before I found myself a host of new problems.
Besides, I really do love my life - inarticulate husband, screaming baby, disgusting animals and all.
But sometimes, when stuck in the middle of the chaos that is my life, I dream of running. Tell me I'm not the only one?