junecleavage

I just want a space and a place to call my own once in awhile. I cannot take the incessant and never ending chatter of the beings around me some days. I want quiet. I want five fucking minutes to my self to literally walk through all the shit in my brain that gets shoved aside by all the goddamned chatter. I love them. Unconditionally. But some days, man...some days I would give just about anything for even an hour of quiet and alone. To work it out. To think it through. Whatever it may be. To just not be answering somebody for a second. About their something else. About their "it." When you are a mother everyone else's "it" has to be more important than your own. It is in the job description. For the moms who are invested anyway.
I feel like I am going to have one of those Margot Kidder moments where I wake up in some neighborhood yard 1/2 a mile away screaming about aliens and tin foil and brain washing.
Or not.