First off, I need a new name for it because I plan on living much longer than 62… but besides that. I have felt blah the last few months and I’m not sure what the problem is..
<<<<<<<<I want something>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I want a car that isn’t a van with 3 car seats in it.
I want to know what I want to be when I grow up.
I want to go on a date that I don’t have to plan, or arrange a babysitter for, or check dinner reservations and show times.
I want friends that drop everything for me and come running when I need them.
I want friends that don’t live across the country.
I want to be able to sleep ALL the way through a night without being woken up at 3 am by a child, or dog, or husband.
I want to write the great American novel but then look at my blank blog post page and want to bang my head on the wall.
I want to sleep in a bed by myself.
I want Facebook to leave me the hell alone so I can actually accomplish things instead of trolling there all day.
I want flowers or a note for NO REASON except to say I love you.
I want to travel.
I want to not have to worry about money.
I want a delicious and healthy dinner that I didn’t have to cook.
I want a day to go by where Mason doesn’t walk out of the bathroom naked and ask if he wiped all the poop off his butt.
I want to change the world but it seems like it takes too much time and work.
I want more time and energy and patience.
<<<<<<<<But I don’t think any of those things are the SOMETHING I am looking for>>>>>
I guess Glennon at Momastery is right when she says life is hard not because you’re doing it wrong but because it is just hard.
And I know that I have tons of reason to be thankful for the fact that I was able to get pregnant and deliver 5 healthy kids {as seen by the van of car seats, not sleeping, and poop checks.}
And I should be grateful that I know my Hubby loves me even though he doesn’t buy me flowers or makes me plan our dates. And I am grateful, which is why it is so much worse that I want SOMETHING. Do I have any right wanting and looking for something when I am so blessed with healthy kids, and a loving Husband, I have a job and while it is sometimes inconsistent and I worry about money, we always manage to get by.
One of my fave musicals is Into the Woods, which is a mash up of different fairy tales and they all head into the woods to get their wish and then after they realize that wasn’t what they expected. The part I relate to most {lately} is when Cinderella is talking to the Baker’s wife about the ball and dancing with the prince. The Wife is so excited and Cinderella is not. She sings a line that goes ” How do you know what you want until you get what you want and you see if you like it?”
I think that is the problem with midlife crises, you think you need a flashy sports car and a young girlfriend {why do we always hear about men having the crises and never women? Is it because women just keep putting up with all the shit even when they want to run away?} and then after you realize that you didn’t want those at all.
Later the Baker’s wife sings about how it is always or and never and. I want AND. I feel like I have to pick either “Mom” or “me”. I want to be both. I want kids and a career. I want a Husband and friends. Why do I have to choose? I want my cake and to eat it too. Is this unreasonable? Am I just wanting too much?