I always like the kind of phone calls to girlfriends that tell me I am not insane, that we are in similar places, even though our lives are vastly different. My funk as of late is in the becoming of super 'mom' I feel lost and non sexual, which is devastating to a redhead. Along with the overwhelming "my life is about everyone else" and "I can't find my next life" repeating theme going on like a broken record in my head. This has never happened to me before and I feel like I am stuck; yet Brian is doing so well. So pack on some guilt for even thinking of myself and call a best girlfriend...
Who happens to be in a funk too as of late over wanting to leave mortgage banking, fearing she will still be doing mortgage banking when she is 78, feeling like she is losing her 'sexy' and coming to the realization that her husband is never going to be that knight in shining amour and rescue her. After laughing at our neurosis, and admitting we are both stuck, which means we are well overdue for a girls night and some girl time, we promise to pull our calanders and call each other back. Now mind you the calanders we pull are filled with 'mommy dos' not calanders filled with exciting appointments with destiny for either of us.
I hang up and call yet another friend who is in a funk too! Hers are over the lack of support with her new career. She is beginning the juggling routine of toddler and career rebirth and cannot get her husband to treat her career rebirth as serious as she does. Hell, I am impressed at least she has a plan or a rebirth and I realize I haven't had girl time with her either as of late. She is also in a funk over her 'sexy', but she had some erotic dreams, so again she is ahead of me in the game. Maybe by talking to her on the phone something will spark mine, but before we make plans to get together over wine, we end up talking about our kids and create a tentative play date for our boys. So much for girl time...
It would just be a whole lot easier if we all lived on the same street and could wander in and out of each other’s homes whenever the funky town gets the best of us. We could leave all the kids at the house with one of the husbands and run off to another's kitchen or backyard, with our glasses of wine and plot our next grand adventure.
Hell, maybe they could even talk me into dating again - like they always do. On second thought ...maybe living apart is safer for me...and on that note, I have a school lunch to pack.
Until next time-
C
