Saturday, January 1, 2011

Hello Domestication, you bitch. (Bye Barbie Dream house complete with working shower and ice cream parlor)

I grew up thinking my future would consist of a pink mansion, matching pink convertible car, a 12 inch waist (ChaChaCha!), and my very own Ken by my side (only with a bigger package and underwear that weren't so restricting).  Reality started to set in when I read the part of the package that said Ken and all accessories sold separately. Whaaaaat?!  You mean I don't get the complete package?  How would I ever convince my mother to buy me my future.  Barbie needs her iron-stomached lover, right?  I don't think I could have been further from the truth.  Ken turned out to be a complete douche bag with an ego that matched the size of his enlarged prostate from wearing such tight underpants for so long.  And the barbie dream home turned into the slightly downsized economy trailer with drafty windows.  Alas, don't get too giddy over your heaping pile of riches before realizing all the responsibilities that come with this domestic concept.  I don't remember a class in school on mortgage, rent, propane tanks, and income tax?  What the fuck did I miss?  The only thing I worried about as a kid was hoping the kid on the other end of the seesaw was the one to weigh it to the ground. Now you get married, combine your mass amounts of debt together, play a little hide and seek with your sex life, and on top of it all have to work, pay bills, cook, clean, and find time to birth a baby?  It is a rude awakening into life as your parents.  The people you never thought you would become.  I guess I can say my respect level for them has risen drastically.  So, after I ran from this domestic makeover with my tail between my legs for as long as I could, I tried to embrace it.  Nope, that didn't work either.  But I can say, the new challenges I face (which make my childhood seem like a day in Candy Land) aren't so bad. I've never been so stressed in my life, but I've never been so happy either.  It's an odd notion to rather have all the stresses of life with someone you love, than not having a fear in the world all alone.  Maybe its misery loving her company.  Or maybe its as simple as life being better when you have someone good to share it with.


Coral said...

I totally enjoyed reading your blogs! Some parts made me laugh so hard I think I now have a prolapsed uterus. Well said...from one of your oldest friends and newest, Coral...

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