It’s pretty amazing how quickly my moods change, even to me. I can’t imagine how it must be to live with me. I mean, I AM a Gemini, so it’s not suprising. In fact, all three of us in the house are Gemini. Oooooh. That explains a lot.
But I digress.
Hubs has been gone for over a week now for work, and my Lovely Sister-In-Law and Mother-In-Law were throwing a bridal shower on Sunday. So, MIL offers to take Homeslice Saturday night so I can finish cleaning up. Don’t get me wrong, I DID clean up. A little bit. But I also made plans to go out. I was actually pretty excited about my particular plans that evening, so when they got cancelled, I was understandably upset. I had a back up plan, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting. Anyway, I ended up at a friend’s house, drinking keg beer and playing drinking games until way too late.
It wasn’t until the drive home that it hit me. The reason I was so upset about my original plans being cancelled is that I don’t get too many nights like that out anymore. If Friday night sucks, I can’t just try again Saturday night. My life has changed so much and, driving home, I didn’t like it. It wasn’t fair that Hubs was out of town and I had to take care of Homeslice by myself. It wasn’t fair that I couldn’t go to a bar and drink and get hit on and flirt and stay out late anymore. It wasn’t fair that I had a kid way before I was ready, and now I don’t have a job, my body will never be the same, and my expectations are through the roof.
I’m not going to lie, I was kind of a mess. I cried the whole way home for what could have been – I cried because my plans were cancelled; I cried because I made those plans in the first place; I cried because the next day I had to get up and clean up and be the suburban housewife that I’ve been trying to avoid since moving here. I cried because I feel like I’m too young to have a 2 year old, and I’m younger than all the other moms in my Mops group, but I’m too old to go out to bars or stay up late. I cried because this wasn’t the life I imagined I would have, but I cried because I wasn’t sure I KNEW what life I was supposed to have.
So. I cried, I took a shower, and I went to bed.
Sunday morning, I got up, cleaned up and hosted a kick-ass bridal shower. I remember standing at the sink, cleaning a pan, calling out orders to my Lovely Sister-In-Law and Mother-In-Law, thinking “I’m really good at this.” I overheard people commenting on the invites that I made myself, and the pictures that I took, and the house that I decorated. I overheard a friend of mine praising my chili, and my Mother-In-Law bragging to her friends about how I taught myself to sew. I was told over and over again that I should throw parties like this for a living, and how funny I am, and how glad they were to meet me.
And I was in my element. I liked hearing that people enjoyed my cooking. I liked showing off my photographs, and handmade pillows. I still felt like I was too young to be “entertaining,” but I had a good time.
So I don’t know where I fit. There are days when I’m so happy to be doing exactly what I’m doing; to be moulding a young life, to be cooking and creating. I know I’m very lucky that I get to stay home with Homeslice, and I know that these years will go by way too fast so I should treasure them. But there are times where I feel restless. I feel like I’m not doing what I’m SUPPOSED to be doing – but I don’t know what it is that I’m supposed to be doing.
So, I’ll get through this weekend. Then I’ll get through next week. And I’ll keep trying to find that thing that makes me feel whole. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe I’ll never find it, but at least I can say that I tried. At least I can say that someone likes my chili.