Sunday, April 1, 2007

Single Thirty-something Teacher in Need of Taco Bueno.

When I wake up at 5:30am on school mornings, I don't feel like this.

Today I am groggy, my body's tired.... I ache. I wonder, "how can I sleep 7 hours and still feel like this?" I think about all the things I have to do this morning and I roll over. My cat is there and he stands up purring wanting a rub. He has been waiting for a sign that I was awake just for this rub-down.

When I get up, I go into the bathroom and use the "new"/old toilet that I re-installed just yesterday. "Oh, that's why I ache. " I remember that yesterday, I painted the ceiling, re-grouted the bottom of the shower and installed a toilet.

My pantry is bare. I can't honestly remember the last time I actually "grocery shopped". My trips to the grocery store are usually emergency runs..... toilet paper, dog food, kiwi fruit for a lab.

This is what it means to be a thirty-something, single and working a full-time job and going to college at night. Who has time for groceries?

I have a house to take care of, a lawn to mow, animals who need attention, a boyfriend 40 miles away and a family in the same town who I never see.

Other women who live in homes who are my age usually have someone else to help take care of the home. They can yell at their roommate, or husband or children to "go gather the trash!" or "let the dog out" or "load the dishwasher". I have to do it all.

"All" includes painting, repairing, mowing...... all those things that didn't use to happen when I lived in an apartment. You don't realize how many things like that there are. The apartment people would even clean my windows. Those were the days.

But then I have to remember that I wanted this house just so I could do all those things. I like to do them. Problem is... I like someone to share those things. This is what I was forgetting.

So it's off to Taco Bueno for me. Thank GOD they make breakfast now. I live in fast food hell. It could be worse.... I actually like fast food.

I order the sausage, egg and queso burrito with a medium Dr. Pepper. As the first swig of DP courses through my intestines I instantly feel better. "Man, I am really addicted..... a DP junkie", I think as I take another dose.

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