Freedom damn it! And when she ain’t got any she shut the hell up because her ass is in the house being mother and wifey trying to plot to get the hell out!!!
Conversation with my BFF #3.
Urban: I can’t take this shit.
BFF #3: WTF are you talking about?
Me: Man, I can’t take this being a wife and a mother bull shiggity. I can’t do this shit all day, every day.
BFF: Um, I hate to break the news to you, but you been doing this shit on a regular for a minute now. Oh and you are a wife and a mother. (she is dying laughing).
Me: You know what I am talking about. I ain’t your every day mom and wife. You know I have to be out and about.
Don’t get the wrong idea. There is nothing wrong going on in my household. I love my kids and my husband and wouldn’t trade their ass in (I might for some pineapple now&laters). See, I don’t mind the cooking – I try and cook meals, everyday, not frozen dinners (if you do that’s you not judging), I want my kids to remember home cooked meals after school (except when my ass is tired, but dad steps in). I don’t mind sexing the husband AT ALL, I told ya’ll before I am 34 and the elders NEVER LIED (singing Rick James, give it to me baby), I put something on it – ya dig, I got a degree in that area. I will bring out the…… Anywho, the point is, I don’t mind that.
However, I am with them ALL day, EVERY day and I get tired of routines. I have to break the monotony or I feel like I have lost Urban.
I love being around people and enjoying life and I have not really kicked my legs up because I have been in school, and being wifey.
Well, let me tell you I hear a bird about to start singing, um, right after I take my last final tonight!