Sometimes I feel like I live on a farm. I’m up at 7 to feed all the animals and give some medication. When I say all I mean 3 squirrels – caged of course, 4 fish, and 3 of the 4 cats. I don’t mind really but there are those days I’d love to sleep in, but I’m responsible for hungry babies.
Responsibility is a crazy thing. Some people strive for it with the desire to be married or have children. Others do their best to escape, like my ex who after years of being married didn’t want to be responsible for anyone’s happiness, most of all his own I would guess.
I take responsibility very seriously, always have and sometimes to the point of being overwhelmed. I’m working on that. I should be the one who wants to escape, but I don’t because I find comfort and joy in it. No I don’t always love responsibility, but without it I would be without many of the things I love about my life, especially my family.
I am right where I want to be, amongst rescue animals and pets who need feeding/played with and housing cleaned, a Grandbaby who fills my empty lap and arms with the greatest love I could have imagined and I his hungry tummy with Nana’s famous raisin and cheese sandwiches, and adult children who share space with me and love in my life.
What more could a girl want?
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