Confessions of a Suburban Martyr

I'm a mom.

I'm a wife.

I'm a friend.

I'm a daughter.

I'm the Suburban Martyr.

First Confession, May 20, 2001

Forgive me father, for I have sinned and I don't have time to go to confession.. It's not that I've done anything wrong, it's just that I have these thoughts, or maybe it's the unspoken, politically incorrect truth that in one particular corner of my soul, that motherhood isn't what was described, or sold to me, or what I had envisioned.  Is it some conspiracy towards women, or just me?

 

Don't get me wrong.  I love my children.  But it's not that love that makes me sad.  It's the hollow echoing pit that is inside that scares me.  Will I be one of those women that gives her life for her husband, and her children, only to have them ALL leave me one day?  I guide them and lead them on their destiny towards greatness knowing that I'll be the castaway.  But, I still do it!  I'm a Lamb.

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Stuff That I'm Supposed to do, but it's overwhelming, so I postpone...

1.  Fold Laundry

2.  Put Away Laundry

3.  Write Positive Christmas Letter

4.  Mail Christmas Cards

5.  Pay Bills

6.  Send Out Bills

7. Go to Costco.

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My Bucket List

I want to eat Kung Pao Anything sitting on the Great Wall of China

I want to drive and RV along PCH and grill oysters overlooking the ocean

I want to go on a cruise around the world. (But I did go sailing on the Mediterranean this summer

I want to meet Oprah Winfrey

I want to see a David Letterman Show

I want to hold a Koala

I want to go to New Zealand

I want to visit the Statue of Liberty

I want to live on Daufuskie Island

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