i’m just gonna
phone it in
today
seems my rabies
is having itself
a
flare-up
& no one
especially not me
can do
anything
right.
it is difficult to tell if it is just my normal bad disposition or if it is a symptom of my impending crone-dom (don’t tell anyone, but this is my last year as a forty-something.)
but i get so fucking snarky sometimes.
so fucking snarky.
my poor kids know to hide & not draw fire…the dog puts herself in her crate…while i wreak havoc. go on a rampage. vent like a steaming hot tea kettle with little self-regulation…usually triggered by any signs that anyone expects domesticity out of me.
i am like the you in the song “dead sea” by the lumineers:
you told me you were good at running away
domestic life it never suited you like a suitcase
when i feel caged, i get especially vicious.
nothing like four kids and a house in bad need of cleaning to make one feel caged…or it’s menopause.
i really can’t tell the difference.
on an unrelated note (not really,) my current dowry is a six pack of flying dog’s raging bitch beer.

I don’t know much about being menopausal, but when my kids can’t clean a damn dish for a week… or take the trash out, or basically what they do ALL THE TIME… I go F’ing crazy. And once more… I love your art! 😉
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thank you!
i like to scream “i’m not your maid” when i find random messes left behind. it’s my go-to freak out.
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I feel you so hard about the feeling caged. I often feel caged by my middle-school job that I cannot afford to quit, and have wished that I could stay home with my kid and write. This post is a reminder to me that since my cage is mine, it would follow me wherever I was anyhow. I needed to read this today; thank you for writing it.
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some days my life is not a cage…other days it is. but you are right, i am creating the cage–it is all to do with my perception and coping skills at any given time. one comfort to me is that posts like this one are becoming fewer & further between ❤
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