That would be me: The Bad Wife.
See, Mr. Barefoot is very blessed to be in a band. He is pretty good on the drums, and most importantly he really enjoys it.
Rather than be happy for him, I am becoming increasingly angry with him about it. I am tired of him being gone when I need him here. I am tired of hearing about how much fun he has playing when I am desperately in need of some fun myself.
It really is a selfish thing, really. I am mad because in my head I keep screaming "What about me?!", I keep wondering when it is MY turn to get out of the house without the kids, to go and socialise with adults. Between my work schedule, his work schedule, and his band schedule there is literally one day out of every two weeks that I have the opportunity to do something all by myself, and most times I am too freaking exhausted to do anything. Besides which, it is in the middle of the week and no one I know has time during the week to do stuff.
I'm not saying I don't love the Sprouts, cuz I do. But EVERY parent needs a break now and again. A chance to go do something without having to deal with car seats and diaper changes and sprouts asking questions. I am so jealous that HE gets to go out away from the family and live his dream and I get to sit here and Sprout-sit. Worse is the times when we have to get a sitter so that while he is out having fun I can go to work.
Part of the problem today is that he was really nice yesterday and let me sleep from 4pm till 8am this morning. 16 hours of sleep will give anyone an extra burst of energy, and so I wanted to go out for a bit. Not to do anything special, just to get out and be AWAY for a while. To enjoy my own company for a bit.
Instead, I am sitting here with a bad tempered Little Sprout and a talkative Big Sprout. I have been with them all day, and I really want a break. So I had a bit of a temper tantrum, and Mr. Barefoot had a little tantrum, and now he is off banging on his drums in Sproutless peace while I am sitting here and pouting. By the time he gets back, it will be late enough that I will want to go to bed, and tomorrow my crazy work life starts all over again. To say I am irritated is an understatement.
Anyway, I just thought I would let you all know what a bad wife I am....