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?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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Right there with ya!
ReplyDeleteNope, you are not alone! I'll sell macaroni necklaces with you.
ReplyDeleteYOU are far from the only one. I think I have one of these moments EVERY day. Sometimes I feel like this all day... but mostly its fleeting.. :) Its all apart of the every day life. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are a talented writer!
I'll buy the necklaces
ReplyDeleteWe all want to run sometimes. I just wonder if I'm running from everything else or just myself.
ReplyDeleteI would buy a macaroni necklace from you :o)
ReplyDeleteI would totally buy a necklace from you =-)
ReplyDeleteYour blog is super cute btw.
Every single time I get a new diagnosis for my son's problems, I want to run for the hills, but my little angel is thriving and he couldn't do it without me.
ReplyDeleteThis is me at least once a month. Sometimes weekly. Does it make you feel any better to know that it's normal?
ReplyDeleteOh, yes...more times than I care to mention.
ReplyDeleteI think I just get easily overwhelmed.
Sometimes I cry when I look around and see the calendar, and the housework, and the school papers..and I have to go to work...
it gets to be so tough.
Thank goodness for my bloggy girls...really, you all are my sanity: with your love, your honesty, and your willingness to be there when I need someone to listen.
I love all of you.
OH YES.
ReplyDeleteAnd usually I'm escaping to a big, metropolitan city where I wear sky-high heels, cute dresses without even a smidge of spit-up, and my hair is always looking gorgeous.
Then I just plop on the couch with some popcorn and flick on Sex and the City. Living vicariously through SJP.
So, yeah. I've been there.
Wooow, I hope you feel better after unloading that... :) I do not wish this on you, but I am happy that there is someone in the world who has a tougher life than me...
ReplyDeleteHave a super day.
Colin.
That's normal. I think it is nature's way of preparing you for teenagers. :o)
ReplyDeleteYou're right above me on FF, Happy ff!
Hi! So nice to meet you. I enjoy reading your posts. You are not alone. I'd like to go even for a few days...to get away...and then come back to the madness with a new perspective.
ReplyDeleteI also am too embarrased to hire a cleaning lady. Funny stuff. All true!
Following back!
Oh yes...that's one of the reasons I run. I get the chance to pretend I am running away and when I am spent, I come home.
ReplyDeleteYou are so not the only one!
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