I spend a lot of my time waiting.
I wait for Brian to get home from work (or class, or being out of town).
I wait for bed time.
I wait for nap time.
I wait for the laundry to be done. For the dishwasher to finish running.
I wait for bread to bake and dinner to cook.
I’m tired of waiting.
I want to do.
I’m tired of being tied to someone else’s schedule all the time. Be it Lorelei’s or Brian’s.
I want to just be me sometimes. I want to sleep as late as I want. I want to go to the movies or out for a drink and not have to worry about getting home at a certain time.
I will still wait though.
I am lucky to have a perfect daughter. I like being with her, even if it means I don’t leave the house most days.
I am lucky to have a husband who works so hard (and so much) so that I get to stay home.
I am lucky that I got to make this choice.
So, I wait.