09-02-05

Clash of the titans…

Doctor’s appt. update… Everythings good! 15 weeks, probably another 6 or so until we find out the sex. Doesn’t matter, buying things in yellow and loving the little seamonkey anyway.

David’s mom took me to the appt. David’s mom reamed me out about not making dinner for her son after he comes home from work. I told David’s mom he never made dinner when I came home from work. David’s mom said that doesn’t count because I didn’t work outside. I told David’s mom nothing after that because I what I really wanted to say to David’s mom wouldn’t have been very productive to the future relationship of my child and his/her grandparents.

Does it look like I have the word “Housewife” written across my head? Let’s break it down for a minute housewife is a derivitive of the words “House” and “wife”. Now the word “wife” suggests a level of insanity, a pledge to slavery, and a ring. Now I don’t see a ring on this finger, therefore I don’t see a ring.

Now I know “House” looks familiar and is easily confused with “home” as in what her son and I have mutually agreed to creating, also seen in “homebusiness”, something of which her son and I agreed to so that I could be a “housemom” and since have spent a good ten to twelve hours working on each day since I was able to move from the fetal “kill me” position of my first trimester. Just because she cannot respect the level of work that I do and have done because I choose not to be blue-collar out in the sun, does not mean that I don’t work hard. I have done to much, seen to much and accomplished too much to be insulted by the likes of a middle aged housewife.

Don’t get me wrong, I love David, but the only person in the world I have a commitment to is the seamonkey. David is 21, he can take care of himself. I love him, he loves me, somethings he cooks me dinner, sometimes i cook him dinenr, sometimes we both do it. Eventually someday I may choose to take care of him, but not until he learns to take care of himself. It is hard work undoing the evil bonds of “mommies youngest” which can damn near destroy a person, but someones got to do it ;) j/k. Although it has helped me decide that maybe moving far far away isn’t that bad of an idea after all.

…Isn’t that lovely.