Apron wearing dreams abound
Is it so wrong that I dream of the day where I stay at home with my 3 toe-headed, blue eyed babies, cooking, cleaning, driving to play dates and Mommy & Me classes? Is it so wrong that, despite all of the socialization I’ve been exposed to, I really, really don’t care to be a successful business woman? That some days I just want to be a stay at home mom, a housewife, a homemaker, whatever you may call it.
Blame in on the stresses of my new job, my demanding hours, my sudden inability to do the most mundane personal tasks. When am I supposed to go to the post office to mail in a parking ticket? When am I supposed to go grocery shopping? How am I supposed to fit in running, and exercise, when I’m suddenly working 11 hour days, 5 days a week, and sending and receiving emails throughout the weekend?
To put it simply, I’m hitting a professional roadblock. A hurdle in my career path. A hurdle that, perhaps I don’t want to overcome. I want to meet a man that’s ready to marry me, that wants to marry me and buy a house and have children and god damn it do I really have to work a 9-5 for the next 40 years of my life?
Call me crazy, call me dramatic, but I sure as hell hope not.
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