I am the worlds worst housewife. If there is a day where I don’t go hiking after getting the kids off to school, if Ryan is fairly stable like he has been this week, and the only interaction I have with people are teachers, therapists, TSS, or coaches I start posting things like this on Facebook.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
I start wanting to go on adventures of all sorts that I can’t go on right now. It is not like I can drive to Nebraska in the time the kids are at school to visit the Pony Express Museum or that huge ball of string. It is similar to the feeling I had when I was a senior in high school and I would drive over the parkway on the way to school and I would look west toward New York City and beyond and wonder what the world had in store for me. Of course, escape fantasies, make the crushing reality easier to manage.
Better than the fantasies are more work. Since I am the worlds worst wife, making money give me an excuse to keep being the worlds worst wife. Oh, I forgot the dry cleaning I was working!!
Good thing my friend Liz hired me to help out on her site Philly Kids Thing. If not I might be halfway to Nebraska to see the big ball of string, singing at the top of my lungs, and the phone would be ringing since after school care ends at 5:30pm.