I said this to a friend recently, and thought I'd share it with you, since I didn't have any thing else and keep almost missing my every-day post.
Sometimes I don't want to be the one who has to answer when someone yells, "MOM?!" but at the same time, I wouldn't want anyone else to do it for me.
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I really want to dig into this a little deeper. Because, so I'm in a totally different setting, but still the same angst? And also, still the same sorts of disatisfaction with... pretty much everything? WHY? Why are we, intelligent, educated, (somewhat) young women so dis... what? Disenchanted (yes, maybe that's the word) with our lot? I mean, we CHOSE these lots, right? Sort of? I don't know. Maybe it gets better when the kids are older, or when the Husbands are better trained, or something, but... I don't know.
It's the curse and the blessing. And the reward is the kids.
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