So what am I? Mother, dancer, cooker, cleaner, what? Here I am, on a saturday night, alone at home with my three kids. I am bored. I am sick of all of this; the never ending mounds of laundry, the house that gets messy over and over again. I want to be out doing things, exploring new paths, biking, running, being free, or at least temporarily experiencing the false sense of freedom. I love my family, don't get me wrong. I am just tired, disenchanted, apathetic, and discontented. Maybe tomorrow I will feel completely different. Maybe tomorrow I will feel my life is fulfilling, and that my time spent picking little scraps of paper off the floor and wiping numerous snotty noses is worth something.
Maybe.
