I’m writing to inform you that I quit. I am no longer interested in washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning up toys, scrubbing milk from the couch, and cooking as my primary source of employment. The above tasks bring little fulfilment in the intellectual department, I do not feel that I’m growing as an individual.
The fact that the laundry is never fully done, that there is always another dish hidden in some corner of the house, and that there are miniature metal cars hiding in places where I tend to crash my sore feet or backside, does not only make me a stagnant individual, but a frustrated, stagnant one.
I am no longer willing to smile while I scrub, no longer willing to be ridden by guilt every time I lose it and raise my voice at my son, no longer able to read all the articles about being a good mom that scream at me from my phone every day. There are days when all I want is my mommy.
I want to travel, I want to sleep, I want to read, I want to write, I want to drink fine wine, I want to wear clothes that don’t scream soccer mom, I want to feel comfortable in heels again. I want to buy new mascara. Mine is dry.
So here it is, my letter of resignation. I need another job. But one that will not involve hiring expensive household help, and will let me be with my son all day, he’s the most important thing in my life. Thanks in advance.