I'm a mom to two girls adopted from China. I love the little critters very much, but find myself more and more wondering what the hell has happened to me and whether this life I'm living is really my life at all.
You know? Kind of like that Talking Heads song "This isn't my beautiful wife. This isn't my beautiful life."
Speaking of which, I don't have a beautiful wife, but I have a wonderful husband, who I love to pieces, but will complain about as much as possible, just because he's a good outlet for all my angst.
If I've learned anything since I hit my 40s, it's that I know absolutely NOTHING about anything. I really, truly haven't a clue how to be a good mom, good wife, good friend, good anything. I can barely figure out how to be a bad anything, so the good stuff is completely eluding me right now. I think I used to know who I was and what I was doing, but now I just haven't got a clue.