Frustration

Somedays I become overwhelmed with frustration of myself. I wonder: what is it that I am looking for and what is it that I want? The answers are never straight forward and always contradicting.

Truth is, sometimes I feel robbed of my youth, I've went from being a kid to a mom, and then a wife. It isn't anyone's fault but my own, and really, I do not see it as a fault. I'm confident that I feel robbed sometimes because I have no life outside of being a mom and a wife. I'm either at home with the kids, or I am out with the kids. The times I am out without the children, I am at the grocery store, and oddly I treasure those moments when I am left with no one but myself.

I feel sometimes that I've become a robot within society's conformities, acting out motions that I don't remember fully agreeing to act on. I'm sure just one night...just one with me being Amy rather than the titles of wife and mother, would do me wonders. Really, I think I just need to go out and have a girls' night or something.