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KellyB’s April 12, 2006 It’s official. My house is falling apart. I’ve been back at work full time now for about 7 weeks and in the course of that time I think we’ve eaten at home at least 14 times. That’s about it. From a place where the clothes were washed on a regular basis and we never ran out of clean towels to me scrambling for Kleenex at 3 in the morning because I forgot that we were out of toilet paper – it’s a hard road to go down. I think I’ve figured it out. Not to sound chauvinistic, but I really think I need a wife. Not like an Ozzie and Harriet-type wife; more like Monica from Friends. Yeah, she was neurotic and all, but damn she kept a clean house. Not to mention the chef thing. The thing is, when I’m home and I’ve got the time, the last thing I really want to do is clean my house or cook a meal. I really, really missed having the change of seasons here this last winter. That was my time to cook. I loved having time to myself to nest and nurture my family with good food and a comfortable home when the clouds were low and there was a chill in the air. I just don’t seem to have the same urge when it’s 78 degrees and sunny out. It just doesn’t work for me. Not to mention that there are days I come home from work feeling like death on a Ritz cracker. The new job thing is working out well. For a lot of years before my husband got his degree, we were a single income family: my income. Friends used to tease me because we got married so young and they would say, “Well at least he’s got earning potential!” Yep, I earned while he developed that potential, not that I resented working all that much. I mean, someone had to and that someone had to be me. We always approached the situation as a team. This was the sacrifice necessary (Sacrifice? Drama much?) that I needed to make so he could get his doctorate and then I could “retire." The thing is, working hard gave me a sense of self; a sense of accomplishment and purpose. I was Kelly. I wasn’t just Michael’s wife or J.T.’s mom – I had a separate and unique identity that wasn’t tied to any other person. I was good at what I did and I enjoyed it. Yeah, there were mornings when I would curse the alarm and fantasize about staying in bed, but basically, I had shit to do – so I did it. When we moved to a small town and opened our own practice, I became part of the business machine. I also put unnecessary restrictions and stress on myself because I wanted to “be” what everyone in the town expected of a doctor’s wife. I kind of lost who I was in trying to be what I thought other people wanted. It was stupid and for the most part, I did it to myself. Yeah, I couldn’t exactly say whatever I wanted or tell people to kiss my ass if I chose to. I had to be a little more circumspect than that – and after almost ten years it wore me down. Now I’m back. We moved to a huge city last summer and recently I found a position where I’m appreciated for being me, KellyB. God, I hope I don’t jinx it by putting that out there in the atmosphere. I like what I’m doing, and the people with whom I do it. You know what I mean. I’m part of a team and feel like someone would miss me if I wasn’t there. It’s a good feeling. Kelly got her groove back. Now if I could just teach the dog to work the microwave so he could start dinner - I’d be set. Kibbles and Bits"Joan of Arcadia" alum Amber Tamblyn is in final negotiations to star in the dark comedy "Normal Adolescent Behavior," which looks at sexual politics among privileged teens. Did her stint as a Quartermaine count as research for the role?
Eminem and his soon–to-be-ex-for-the-2nd-time, Kim (she of the godawful brown lip pencil with frosted pink lipstick) have filed for divorce – again. Seems that having rehab in common and a kid together weren’t enough to keep this mouthy twosome bound by the bonds of holy matrimony. Shocked? Didn’t think so.
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