Alright, wouldn't one think that a mother would want her offspring to NOT be in a profession where the whole environment is poisonous and an abundance of bad things could happen to them? I've been extremely pensive about this all night following an argument caused by my not wanting to work tonight.
Besides, groceries and power are like, totally overrated.
Yes, I'm being a complete ass this evening. It's not the momma's fault that I chose to work where I work and now I can't get out of it because nobody's hiring due to the economy's crapiness. But having a deep conversation with someone about life, future goals, religion, and then having them tell you that you are so much better than what you're doing can lead you to quite a fork in the road. And then to have them promise that they will stand behind you and support your life changing decisions and buy you stuffed French Toast with strawberries is overwhelmingly touching.
And to be honest, I'm scared to death of all these decisions that have landed in my lap, because the wrong choices could alter the course of my life. Curse all the important things and their complexities.
In other news, after eating cereal for dinner for the last week and a half, I was fed a cheeseburger, chocolate milk, and really doughy, gooey cookies courtesy of my neighbors. It was divine (although my gut doesn't think so now). I got to play mommy and help Cece with her Kindergarten homework while enduring perplexed stares from her because I was having fun writing out simple sentences. Sue me.
I finished off my evening with a Coke induced belching duet performed by myself and Ben. It was spectacular.
Someone wake me up when winter's over.
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