So, a patient on American Horror Story: Asylum got a lobotomy which turned her personality from post-partum psychotic disassociative disordered nut job to happy-go-lucky (yet creepy Stepford Wife-like) housewife. I though for a second there that – perhaps I could benefit from this incredibly invasive procedure.
Or I’d end up like Babydoll from Sucker Punch.
I’m in a funk here in this BEAUTIFUL land of palm trees and sunshine. My house is a damn mess. I’ve always had issues keeping my home clean but now I’ve come to the conclusion that it REALLY BOTHERS ME.
I don’t LIKE being an potential cast-member on Hoarders.
My friends have busted ASS helping me clean. My family? Not to much.
Today is my 10 year wedding anniversary. For TEN YEARS I’ve been married to my handsome high-school sweetheart. I have two beautiful kids.
But – I’m done being the designated driver in this family. I cannot and WILL NOT maintain the home, deal with meal planning and cooking and stay on top of education and entertainment for my kids by MYSELF.
Maybe if I essentially ‘call him out’ in public it will motivate him to help me more?