I was relatively happy and was excited about the upcoming events. I'd recently returned from a trip home for a week with my kids for Easter. By home I mean the place I was born and raised which is a small island community. My parents, and my brother and his family, still reside there and it had been nearly 6 months since our last visit. It was a great visit, drama free. And my kids (11 months and 6 years old) enjoyed exploring their grandparents home and tolerance for noise and mess.
Upon return I felt great. Happy to have had the time to go home seeing as though I'm a stay at home mom. After a day of catching up on the mess of laundry we (my hubby and I) decided to paint the kitchen cabinets. All cabinet doors came off leaving baking ingredients, a jumble of Gladware, miscellaneous canned items we'd moved from a house we'd owned 2 homes ago, and other unhealthy and unappetizing boxed food exposed to the world. Or so I felt. The job of painting became nit-picky and monotonous at best. 24 hours later I was done with it. I felt as though each coat of paint I applied only put us backwards two steps in the process. Each night my husband came home and inspected my work the report he gave was less than inspiring. "Looks like a lot more sanding. They've stuck to the newsprint again, and there's more drips." We all know I don't do the sanding so what I took from that was, "Jesus Christ! You're so damn sloppy! Are you completely useless?" Sensitive am I? Sure. I'm pent up all day long in a house with an 11 month old who'd rather I not leave the room he's in and my only alone time is sometime in the afternoon when he naps. Naptime is almost always interrupted by the rumble of the school bus when my 6 year old comes home and wants to discuss why Star Wars' characters Ankin and Luke Skywalker are so much alike.
So somewhere between the poor paint job on the cupboards and going to bed I began to feel sorry for myself. I emailed my husband. I let him know that he had no idea how I felt. His reply was, "I don't know how you are feeling but if it is trapped, isolated, bored, paranoid and confused, then just know that you feel like everyone else."
Everyone else? Come on. This was supposed to be my pity party!
