Thursday, May 3, 2007

By Myself

I do get frustrated. I went to work all day, went straight to my meeting, and came home to find him so very happy to be sitting on the couch. There are dishes in the sink. There is a smell of dog shit in the air. The trash was overflowing. It is the night to sit the trash by the road, and I had to go do that myself, too.

I wish I could stop being frustrated with these kinds of things. I am far from a neat freak. In fact, when we're both working, I'm content to do everything, more or less. I'm content to live in a certain amount of comfotable squalor. I am kind of dirty. However, the house is new, and it's mine, and I'm excited about keeping it nice still. Especially when he is just sitting around. It makes me crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

I don't want to do everything alone.

Tonight, I was thinking of how wonderful it would be to be a crazy cat lady. I have some kind of kitten fever. I can't stop thinking about getting a kitty. If I lived alone and there weren't always some kind of horrible man telling me that I'm not allowed to have a kitty, I'd have 50. Nothing would be better than coming home to a dogless, manless house full of cats. Quiet, excited, fuzzy, kitteny cats. Yes. This is my old womanhood of crazy cat ladiness.


The Discovering Alcoholic said...

While I wouldn't trade my wife in for all the cats in the world, I have two cats that played a critical part in my recovery long before I met her.

Anonymous said...

I have two dogs and a cat -- but no "horrible man" around here. My animals, too, are a huge part of my recovery.
What's his prob with cats? If you want a cat, get a cat, girl!