alexbetty

I've come to the conclusion that I'm insane.

I set these really expectations on what my life should be, what I should accomplish, what talent I should pick up and hone, how nice my house should be, how sound my children, what new things I should learn, basically, how interesting my life should be, and then, when I get it, I freak out becasue it's too much. Sometimes, for just a second, I wonder if it would be better if we moved to te burbs and I got a normal job and my husband got a normal job and we just went to work, picked up the kids , had the same scheduled dinner (macncheese on Mondays, Tacos on Tues, Weiners on Weds), and watched tv until bed. But the thought of really doing that makes me want to slit my wrists, so instead, I snap at my husband, have a crying fit, and then I pick up where I left off.

It's chaos, but at least it's interesting.