I haven't posted for awhile because I haven't been interested in housewifing.
I actually wasn't interested in anything at all for awhile. It turns out I was depressed. Not sad, but depressed. "Have you thought you might be depressed?" several people asked. But it wasn't until I spent several days in a row of not managing to drag myself through my routines - doing only the bare minimum to keep my kids fed and alive, and maybe not such a great job at that - that I admitted maybe I wasn't functioning the way I should.
So this summer I started taking an antidepressant, and I started making changes to the things that were making me unhappy. And as the fog lifted, the direction I wanted to go became clearer and clearer.
I don't like being a housewife. I tried to make it work, I really did, but it makes me miserable.
So I quit. I got some jobs; I went back to work.
The other half of this equation I'll tack on here, as well, because it's interrelated.
It turns out the husband and I have very different ideas about what being married and having kids means. After a lot of consideration, it is clear to me that we should not stay married. It's a pretty personal topic but if you want to know more, you can ask us offline.
Anyhow, there won't be any more housewifing posts. I'm sorry for that.
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
