It is the Monday after Thanksgiving, and as has become usual for this season, my husband was long gone before I opened my eyes. He'll work thirteen or fourteen hours today, come home exhausted, rinse and repeat. He worked over 80 hours last week, and needless to say "Happy Thanksgiving" became a little bit ironic in our house. The house is reasonably clean, the dinner planned for tonight is relatively simple, and I'm at a little bit of a loss for what to do with myself today. So, I started a blog.
I am not your typical 29 year old. I spent most of my teens and early twenties in a haze of mental illness and drug abuse. I still live with the mental illness, and while I will likely take medication and need behavioral adjustments the rest of my life, thankfully the drug abuse stopped almost six years ago. I didn't go to college until I was nearly 25 and even then, it took me four years to get an AA degree.
I'm a homemaker, and I'm proud of that, but in the company of homemakers I'm the odd woman out. I'm not conservative. I don't believe it is "a woman's duty" to be in the home, I simply know that its mine. I believe that marriage is a right for all consenting adults in this country, and I have mixed feelings on abortion. I am pro taxes and government "entitlement programs". I'm not sure why it is the poor who are constantly taking the brunt of our government's inability to manage money, and I don't think corporations are people.
In related news, I am a Mormon. I only recently began admitting this out loud. In all my life, in all of the religions I have dabbled in, this is the one where I find peace. I am slowly learning what to do with that.
To sum up, I am a 29 year old, Mormon, housewife. I live with a mental illness. I am "a liberal". I have one husband, no children, and as of today? A blog.
