Sunday, July 6, 2014

In jail

With my 2 year old son on the loose at home, I always feel I am in jail. You will want to know why.

I'll tell you why. My day begins with someone yelling at me to wake up. It's like someone is always keeping an eye on what I am doing. I can't have a shower without fearing something bad is going to happen to me. I can't sleep without the fear that a scoundrel will crawl into my bed at night. I feel eyes fixed on my back when I going to the bathroom. Alcohol and adult movies need to be smuggled in to be enjoyed in complete secrecy. The fear of being attacked by anything that comes in the hands of the perpetrator.

Ain't it like being in jail?