Sunday, June 04, 2006

No explanation needed

I am 38 years old. I do not need to explain my actions or my decisions or my choices to anyone other than God.

I do not shop. I hate to shop.

I do not get my nails done or hair done on a regular basis - the joys of curly hair! I do not get it highlighted.

I do not tan.

I do not smoke.

I do not drink.

I do not go to movies.

We do not eat out on a regular basis - weekends only! All other meals are cooked from scratch at home - my choice!

We do not travel frequently or vacation in ritzy spots.

We each have a cell phone - best thing ever!

We have cable and cable internet.

We have no bills. None. We pay our utilities and insurance. That's it!

We both work.

We go to church on a regular basis.

Why does my family act insane when they call me and find out I'm at the casino.

The world is gonna come to an end because I "gave" the casino my money? Yeah, all 40 bucks!

My friend and I try to go twice a month. Sometimes I cannot go that often. So what if I drop 60 or 70? In a month? Whoo hoo! Yah, I"m out of control.

It's MY fun.

Why are moms/women made to feel bad for having fun? Yet we are often told we need to do something for ourselves - pamper ourselves so we will be the best for our family.

My husband chews tobacco. He has since he was 17. I wonder how much of our hard earned money he has spit on the ground?

Yet nothing is ever mentioned to him.

He hunts. He fishes. He pays for a hunting lease.

Nothing is ever said to him.

Why?

I never said anything to my parents when they left the day after my second child was born by cesarean section. They were gone for six weeks. On a motorcycle. All the way to Nova Scotia.

I never said anything to my parents when they sold the motorcycle and got a motor home. Or when they traveled all over the US leaving for weeks at a time.

I never say anything about their all night card games and dinners with friends.

I am happy for them. They don't owe me any explanation why they do the things they do.

Why doesn't the same apply to me? They sure don't question my brother or my sister, as far as I know.

Middle child. Always trying to keep everyone happy.

Now it is MY turn. I don't owe anyone an explanation.

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