Home Alone
Here it is, Friday night, and I find myself home alone. Not that I mind, I look forward to the day when I have no kids to worry about. My two youngest are still young enough for me to know this is a pipe-dream, but one day...
- I'll have no bedrooms that I need to close the door on because they're such a shit-fight.
- There'll be no black rap music blaring from my daughter's bedroom
- There'll be no yelling and screaming in the morning when I wake up
- No having to listen to derogatory comments from one child to the other
- Washing will be cut to one third
- If I don't feel like eating I won't have to cook
Most of the people that I grew up with have had children leave home and make lives for themselves. Most are grandmothers. I too am a grandmother but I chose to marry again and have children 11 years later than the first two children I had. At the time I thought it was wonderful, and don't get me wrong, it has been wonderful. I feel younger for it.
But now I'm tired. I work 35 hours a week and I come home to a house full of work to do. All the usual drudge jobs like washing (the major drudge job), cleaning, and cooking. The kids want money all the time. Lunch orders and school expenses constantly put my budget out of whack, and what I earn doesn't go far enough. So much for putting something aside for when I want to retire: as long as I have kids at home that isn't going to happen. They're a constant drain on my resources.
I love my kids but I think I'll love life more when they're old enough to live elsewhere.
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