Oh for Fuck’s Sake ……. 14 Oct ed

So I am joining up with my fantastic online friend Punky, along with Sarah at Dear Baby G ….. for my inaugural FFS Friday. I try not to whine too much, but there are times that really, having a good bitch is just about the only entertainment you get.

1. Me time …….. this mythical beast is supposed to be something special, that you alone have, that is a great break from your normal tedious life. Various hubby me times include motor bike rides, walks through national parks taking photos, or pottering in the shed building whatever-the-hell I don’t know, all blissfully child free. My “me time” seems to consist of exercise (should I choose to do it, which I don’t, and even if I did, it would include an audience), cooking (ick), shopping (oh lord) and the various bits of car time while I ferry one child or the other to whatever they want to do. I do sew but there is only so much of that I can get done. And very rarely do I get any me time on my own. No matter what I am doing, someone wants a piece of me.

2. Cooking ……. Now I don’t actually mind doing this that much. My previous post featured the loaves of bread and cupcakes that I made today. What I hate, is the fact that I am the one that considers the nutritional needs of the family, monitors what has run out, plans what to buy, decides what to cook, and then cooks. Even if I delegate to hubby or (heaven forbid) Madam18, it doesn’t completely remove me from the food provision process. And I am sick of it.

3. Washing, housework, folding clothes, making financial decisions …… see item no 2.

4. Is there anything on the god damned planet that stops you people from wiping a flippin’ table down?

5. Distance …… I have something very special with my sister, that just did not exist 10 years ago. And that is friendship. I feel like I have finally moved on from my pseudo-mother role, and into a role where we are on equal terms. There is no way that I can put into words, just how much that means to me. But life, circumstances, and careers mean that we are thousands of kilometres apart. Our friendship is played out over the internet, in online chat, skype and phone calls, along with a once-a-year family visit. There is just no way that’s satisfying.