Reflection

I think I'm getting out of my 'mom' years. Oh, don't get me wrong - I LOVE being Mom...and I will always be Mom but I think my utility years are coming to an end. RS is going to be a junior in H.S. next fall and LB is going to be a college senior. Yeah, my reign - or control - is coming to an end.

Though I wouldn't trade my childraising years for a million dollars, of late I have been thinking a lot about my pre-kids years, hell my years pre-Texas. Now I have appreciated and relished my Texas existence but lately the blush has been off the rose. Actually this mini breakdown is NOTHING about my having and raising children...it's just that on my personal timeline I identify my past life - that in Washington - as the one without kids and my present life - in Dallas - as the one with kids. Sixteen years in Dallas...wow, who would have thought.

I miss intelligent people, sophisticated people. Oh boy, I bet I'm going to open a can of 'whoop ass' on this one!

Let's just say money does not equate intelligence. And money sure does not equate class.

I miss well groomed men who smell good. I miss the city. I miss the bustle, the vibe of a BIG city...an old city steeped in history and tradition. I miss wise, powerful people. I've had my fill of piggish brash 'powerful' people...who are ignorant. I miss men and women who carry briefcases. Women who still wear pantyhose...every day. With running shoes. In the city.

I'm quite honestly - tonight - sick of the metroplex. Sick of Stepford wives with big SUVs, blond hair and fake nails. Sick of Texas drawls...and there is a big difference between that laaaazy Texas drawl and the gentile drawl of the true South - I'm just sayin'. Sick of nouveau riche, competitive fellow parents - the 'friends' who are so very jealous of your kids.

Can you tell I've had a shitty week?