I want to pack my car and just drive away.
I don't want to figure things out. I don't want to make phone calls. I don't want to try and figure out the unemployment system. I don't want to assist my husband in finding a job. I don't want to talk to the water, electric, phone companies and work out arrangements again. I don't want to be the only one it seems that cares if we eat next week.
I really don't want to be a wife or mother right now either - and that is rare for me since it is all I really ever wanted out of life. I just don't want to take care of one other living thing and be responsible to solve everybody's problems.
I don't want to juggle a budget, plan a menu, clean a toilet, wash laundry, remind people do to their chores or make phone calls, take down a Christmas tree, or sweep a room. I just want to quit everything.
In 20 minutes this feeling will probably go away. In fact just writing it out makes me feel a little wee bit better.
This is real people. Blogs don't get any more raw than this.
Update: Shortly after writing this, I directed all my frustration into completely cleaning out my kitchen. Therapeutic housekeeping! Thanks for all the love.