I haven't actually travelled much overseas, having a baby at 18 kind of grounded me. I have been to Singapore, L.A. And Aspen with my family when I was younger. There are so many places I would like to go, Cambodia, Nepal, Thailand, Bhutan, pretty much every country in Europe and the UK and while I am not overly keen on visiting America there are certain places in the U.S. I would like to go (New York, New Orleans and Florida). I am desperate to get out and explore the world but will have to put it off a bit longer until my kids are a bit older. I do have a dream of going to France with my husband shaped person for our tenth wedding anniversary (September 2012)
I am so over it right now. Everything feels hard. Everything feels shit. Everything makes me want to cry. I don't want to be a person any more. I don't want to be an anything any more. My children are smart. They get good grades, score well on NAPLAN, their teachers love them. Why then must they continue to do stupid things? I am so sick of a child running to tell me that so-and-so did such-and-such to me, I am sick of them hurting each other, I am sick of them destroying things, I am sick of them whinging, complaining, walking past rubbish on the floor, leaving shit everywhere, pretending they can't see the dog wee on the floor, having rooms that looking like the aftermath of a break and enter. I am sick of washing dishes, of sweeping floors, of the endless amounts of washing and folding and cleaning and tidying and cooking and planning and thinking. I am sick of feeling guilty for not being able to do those things that I should be doing, of feeling guilty that my husband...
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