My husband says I ask too many questions. I say he doesn’t ask enough. I spent years as a reporter/editor for newspapers, and it was my job to ask questions. I firmly believe that everyone wants to tell their story, you just have to ask the right questions. And I think women are the best at this, frankly, because we’re nosey and at some point, we think all our questions are important and need to be answered.
When he gets off the phone with one of his relatives, I pepper him with questions so I can find out what they talked about. If I ask a followup question, he usually says something along the lines of, “I don’t know. I didn’t ask.” Ugh. Frustrating. Then two days later he’ll remember something he forgot to tell me and drop it casually into conversation.
A few weeks ago, I asked him about something. Can’t even remember what it was. When he asked why I even cared, I said, “I didn’t say I cared. I just said I have to know.” Made perfect sense to me. Since most of my life revolves around the issues of a 2 year old and 10 month old, any morsel of information not related to pee, poop, eating, sleeping or the latest shenanigans of Max & Ruby is welcome information.
So what I want to know is, how do all you people (SAHMs and SAHDs) manage to make it through your day? All these crafty, cooking people, all the funny people…where do you find time to be creative and yet still take care of the boring stuff. By the time I finish laundry, cleaning, mealtime, paying bills, cleaning the lawn, bath time, coloring time, play time, nap time, etc., I’d just really like to take a nap. And yet I see blogs all the time covered up in clever posts, intricate crafts, time consuming recipes, and they all seem to have lovely, adoring children.
Why does it seem monotonous, when really it’s different every day? Why do I feel like I’m drowning when, essentially, everything is in order and taken care of? How do I feel lonely in a house with three rambunctious, noisy people? Where is the light at the end of this tunnel? When do I turn the proverbial corner? Why am I such a whiner?
I know I’m a few days late in posting, but I’m joining the Honest Voices linkup hosted by J.D. at Honest Mom because of all the linkups I saw this week, it’s the one that spoke to me. Maybe someone will be able to answer some of these questions for me. Because right now, it’s not just finding my voice in this blog. It’s finding my voice. Period. Comment away.