My Kitchen is my Prison because the Universe tells me so...

Hello, peaches. I thought I'd drop you something to read while I continue on with my redecorating of the kitchen. And I found this post from March to say just about exactly what I was going to say today...so I figured you could just read that. What? Nothing wrong with a good repost when half the bitches in the kitchen likely haven't read it...especially when nothing has really changed in 5 freakin' months...

Sigh. So, I heard nothing back about my last interview. I think I'm done with the job search again for some time. It just never seems to work out for me. It must be a sign....a sign that this kitchen is my prison and I've got at least a 3 year sentence to sit whilst I wait for the little guy to get into school full time so I can go back to school full time. Oh, PhD. I have never forgotten you...

Monday, March 21, 2011

I have no effin' choice, I am a Housewife. Damn.

Hi girls, yes, I know, I know. I'm a slacker this month. Eh. It happens. I've got things going on. But I will say it is finally spring, just past the equinox in fact, and that means it is time to begin anew. And time to get out of this damn kitchen, even if it's only to get the mail.

So what is it that I have been up to that has pulled me away from my loving fans who shower me with gifts, jewels, and adoration?

Reality. That's what.

For the past few weeks I have really put my all out there and tried to get a job and really get the hell out of this kitchen. Nothing serious, just a job. A part time job. A evening part time job. An evening part time job that pays fairly well. An evening part time job that pays fairly well and is close enough to our house to be considered an option. An evening part time job that pays fairly well, is clo se enough to our house to be considered an option, and makes us enough of a profit to make it worth it. Damn. Think I can find that it today's market?

No, no. Don't stifle it. I'll wait.

Ok. Better? You can get off the floor now. Good. Let's move on then. So. Today after crunching numbers and desperately searching through page a fter page of part time jobs for the third week in a row that would bring us maybe another $250 a month(money that would likely be eaten up by gasoline just to get to the stupid job) I have given up, we will just have to tighten our belts that much more. I have looked for work that would fit our family's needs since November, all to no avail. So after months of stress we have decided, to my dismay, that it's just not worth the hassle, and very doubtful that I will find this magical perfect job that meets all of our criteria.

Yes, yes, yes, I was going to quit. That's right, you heard me, quit. Quit this effin' bull shit thankless job. Well, at least kinda quit. I can never really quit, now can I? Regardless, quitting the full time housewife gig would render this blog useless and defunct. I would never have enough time to keep it going, but oh no,no,no, no way, Donna, you can't leave the kitchen just yet! The Universe thinks you belong here at the momen t. Effin' Universe. Want to come over for coffee once a week so I could at least speak to a live being that didn't either meow constantly, ask what's for dinner, or throw things and stop their feet when they don't get what they want? Stupid Universe, always has it in for me. A job was my ticket to sanity and a social life of some nature-no mat ter how pathetic.

Damnitall. Might as well go ahead and get pregnant then, too.

Foiled again. And I really thought I had a good "escape from the kitchen plan" this time.


So ladies, here I must say I have returned to the kitch en as full fledged as it's ever going to get. Regardless of how much I hate this stinkin' job my life as a dubiously pissed off crappy housewife seems to be sealed, well, at least for a few more years. So to begin anew, I must renew my housewife vows as stated in the left hand column and remind myself it could be worse, much much worse. I could live in Japan. Or Wisconsin. Oh wait. I do live in Wisconsin.

My Housewifery Reality

• filthy dirty kitchen floor
• Frankenstein herbs and dead flowers
• sewing piles and a dusty machine
• clean when only when I'm motivated to do so, which is never
• blow my budget
• ug, the dreaded dinner question
• I can't find anything, ever
• all my systems are half assed
• too much take-out
• Wake up late, scramble to get it all done

My Housewifery Goals

• wake up earlier to get more done
• cook more often for my freezer
• you can never have enough systems
• organize, organize, organize
• Plan dinners out every week
• A place for everything and everything in its place
• Live on a budget (for real)
• Clean and organize everyday (even if only for 15 min)
• Get on the sewing train
• Learn to garden well
• keep my kitchen floor cleaner

Oh, yeh. After reading this I can see that I have lost it, again. My floor is fairly clean, and I've got the dinner thing going on, and my plants aren't dead for once, but the rest of it, the rest of it really needs some hard core polishing. I best brake out the brasso.


Yup, that's me.

Donna Freakin' Reed: Your Favorite Crappy Housewife since 2010



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Sigh. I'm never getting out of this kitchen am I ladies? Well, at least there is Facebook, isn't that right girls?


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