Load... unload...

At the top of the list of things I hate to do... load the dishwasher. Even higher on the list... unload the dishwasher. Standing there last night,unloading the dishwasher, this entire blog conversation happened between my sane self, and almost insane one.

Is this all there is left? Load the dishwasher... unload. Load the washing machine... unload. Load the trash can... unload. Load the car... unload. Millions of women stand at the kitchen sink staring out the window asking themselves the same question... Where'd I go?

And, in vain attempt to regain the feeling of independence, freedom, and youth... sometimes we indulge ourselves in things that we hope will make us feel all those things again. Dirty chat online? Expensive coffee? Color our hair? Lunch with a married coworker? Flirt with the dads at daycare? Drive east until we run out of gas? It's about that time that we realize the sink water has gotten cold and the buzzer on the dryer goes off. Unload.