A few months ago I told John that I wanted to go to the library and get some books. With him out of work our 'fun' money has been zero and my boredom has been a million. I have never read Danielle Steel books before and the library has a very large section of her novels. So in my spare time I have had my nose in a book and I have loved it; John gets his ESPN and I get my book.
However these last few weeks I have felt like there is something missing from my life I started to feel unhappy and cranky. Wishing that there was more to 'me' then mother and wife I have never felt this way before I LOVE being both a mother and a wife it's the only thing I have wanted to do. A few days ago it hit me why all a sudden I want more. In my silly books the women are doctors, lawyers, photo journalist they all have amazing careers and travel to France and the East Hampton for summer break; not to mention they are the best mothers ever.
I was laying in bed holding John's hand watching a movie with our three girls surrounding me and it hit me that this is were I want to be; not in the Hampton's or on a beach in France but here in my home on our bed with three of the most amazing little girls and a man that loves me.
I don't know why her stupid stories got to me but I do know that I love being a Mom and a wife that John works so hard for us at a job he hates.