Is this the 1950’s? Heh, I wish.

3 04 2008

I have to brag here for a minute. I am so proud of Rura. Not only for being dead sexy, but for figuring out his dream, and actually doing something about it. Not many people can honestly say that they have done that. I know that I can’t. Shit, I don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t even know if I want to be anything.

Ugh, that is depressing.

Anyways, as much shit as I give him for missing Dodger games and other half important things, I do admire his dedication to the police force he is involved in. He is active and on ride along’s at least once a week and he dedicates a lot of time to it. Without pay. He can do that NOW, but it wont last for long. He does work a regular job too and he has to deal with my crazy on a daily basis. Once he completes his training and gets hired to a force, I know he is going to make an excellent cop. And he is going to love what he is doing with his life.

Now me? I dont mind my job. It pays my bills and doesn’t get under my skin on a daily basis. (There is always an exceptionand you will not BELIEVE what that crazy bitch is up to now.) But…. but…. I just don’t think that this is what I am supposed to do with my life.

Truth be told, I hate working. I am the most awesome housewife and SAHM mom ever. Even better than you. I’m sorry but it has to be said. Someone should pay me just to stay home and have babies and take care of them. Which is what I want to do once Rura is making enough money.

Hahahaha Wait. I live in California. Economy? Crap. Housing Market? Crap. All of it is crap. Which just kills my lifelong dream of not working. Which makes me sad.

Is it so horrible that I don’t want to be a bread winner? That I would prefer being a housewife? Barefoot and pregnant? I just don’t know.

But I do know that I rock at getting uniforms to the dry-cleaners and getting them picked up on time. I can cook when given a kitchen and I do laundry like its nobodies business. Hell, I’ll even scrub a toilet or two. Overall, this just determines that the above is true, I should SO not be in the workforce. All my talents are going to waste.

I really don’t care if this post sets the women’s movement back 50 years. Seriously. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.

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