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Desperate Housewife

Can it be? Am I now among the ranks of desperate housewives? In my suburbia, one neighbor is madly driving a charity’s local chapter. She feels that she has to do everything because no one else “has time.” Meanwhile, she works hard to spend time with her children, and her husband spends his extra time mowing the lawn. Another neighbor fights to keep the weeds down in her lawn while keeping the perennials alive long enough to establish themselves. The weeds are looking quite healthy next to the drooping flower heads. And she constantly cuts new recipes out of magazines to stave off cooking boredom. Another forty-something neighbor was delighted to hear that I was retired, and now invites me over to discuss summer travel plans and to lunch. I mean, who else is at home in the middle of the week and doing nothing? And I drive myself crazy mulling over all the possible things that I can do in my copious “spare” time (reading, writing, cleaning, gardening, singing, lunching, organizing, working out, shopping, sleeping, musing), when I am not being distracted by the senior citizens I live with (my cats) and forced into servitude, or cooking meals, which is the only thing my husband requires I do to earn my keep (well – there is one other ==:--}). Talk about inner demons. Hey, Lynette, Susan, Gabriella, and Bree, would you like to come over to play poker Tuesday?