So, the other night... a friend had her brother and his girlfriend in from NYC. The Hub and I actually paid for a babysitter. Three couples (plus one) met and we stayed out until midnight. Have to say I haven't done that in like, um, well, four years.
At one point, I was complaining about a few "mother" friends I have but don't always totally enjoy spending time with and a woman beside me who has kids long since out of diapers encouraged me to seek out friends without children, and honestly, the thought never occurred to me. I hadn't really thought to differentiate people with kids from people without. It never occurred to me that maybe... just maybe... I wouldn't have anything in common with some of the women I spend my time with if we didn't all have children.
And then I realized I'd been with this group of people for four hours and not really mentioned my son once. And even better, it took four hours before the subject of television was brought up... In suburban Texas, that is HUGE because, like, nobody has anything else to talk about other than their kids and who kissed who on The Office and Project Blah Blah and The Real Housewives of Who Gives a Crap.
God, I miss people. Actually, I miss smart people. I miss people who talk and laugh and talk. I miss people who don't have children. I miss people who smoke. I miss people who drink and smoke and hang out in bars and talk about things worth talking about. I miss people who get cultural references. I miss having a brain. I miss New York. Oh my God. I said it. I feel like I just cheated on my sweet cowboy husband (Texas) with a sassy, trash talking, but impeccably stylish coworker (Manhattan).
I thought I was missing my youth, but maybe it is something more. Fuck. I HAVE A LAWN. With a sprinkler system. A sprinkler system that is constantly on the fritz. So much so that the Hub has spent every night for two weeks toiling over it instead of in here reading books, which is what he should be doing. What a tremendous waste of time... and still, who doesn't love a green lawn? The catch 22 of suburban purgatory.
I am a dip shit housewife whose only "intellectual" outlets are NPR, The New Republic and Vanity Fair magazines and Netflixed documentaries... all of which I sip rather than consume. I have a garbage disposal. I make myself feel better about myself by leaving my VOTE OBAMA bumper sticker on my car. The Hub and I haven't truly made out in like, um, well, four years.
I used to want to change the world, now I'm too lazy to change a light bulb. I just make my honey-do do it.
This is my life, but it won't be forever.
Damn.
Bub, you better be worth it.
Monday, June 22, 2009
I Have Officially Lost Myself
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Chin Up (as we say in Blighty), who knows, perhaps one of these firms could use ex-NYC publisher who set up a successful (if small) bookselling business just from her blog, and who would like to work three mornings a week 8.30 to lunchtime, and hang out with then at espresso bars smoking and trading non-TV related cultural references before disappearing mysteriously to pick up the unsuspected and never-mentioned bub.
Or something :-)
Anyway you could call them and send them your resume .. . you might be surprised what you get if you ask.
oh... it's not as bad as all that really.
i have a penchant for hyperbole.
the morning after is proving to be quite frisky indeed.
:)
ah, now that's one of those machines that lets you pat your own back right?
They make those!?!
you can only buy them in Manhattan
Ha! I guess I'll have to settle for one of those machines let let's you kick yourself in the butt.
for sale all over Texas :-)
Now that I think of it, there might be one out back gathering dust beside my bicycle. Who needs a new car after all!?!
Damn, if Blogger had one of those thumbs up / "Like it" features like Facebook I'd hit that link right now. Since it doesn't, all I can say is: word.
I alternate between enjoying my friend-less kids and loathing them. With their clean houses and free time, they seem insufferably smug. I think the solution is really to find smart moms. They're out there- if I can find them in Kentucky, I'm sure there's some in Texas!
I had a really deep comment to leave you (yeah, right) but then I got all sidetracked by this story about the governor of S.C. getting some nookie on the side and I got all grossed out cause I don't care who politicians do, and I'd just rather not hear about it because the image of someone like Newt Gringrich saying, "I feel frisky, Baby" makes me throw up a little in my mouth. All that made me forget what I was going to say.
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