Going nuclear

So I’m in a real procrastinating mood today. I Should be writing my stupid book, but I can’t be bothered. I don’t know if you can tell, but my writing style is quite disjointed and rambling, so writing a novel is super hard for me, because I just can’t seem to get to the point. My novel will end up being 890 pages and no one will know what it’s supposed to be about. This is hard for me. I need to just write and progress the plot, but I really like narratives and character development. The funny thing is when I read that in somebody else’s book, I get super mad and if you happen to be sitting next to me while I’m reading, you’ll frequently hear me mutter to myself : “yes but what’s the point. Oh my god, just hurry and up and get to the point.” So I’m trying to bring my critical eye to my writing, which is super hard, because then I just don’t want to write. So today, I have spent all morning searching for language classes on the internet. I have no intention of actually learning a new language, I just like the idea of thinking I can learn something like Aramaic or Sanskrit or something like that. And I have also come across this article on the Guardian, about how nuclear families don’t really work and actually the old and traditional way of raising children in an extended family setting or village type setting is a hell of a lot easier on families. I mean it all makes sense right? Why have we moved away from the traditional setting of “it takes a village“. Credit to Hillary. She was right man. It does take a village and yet we view it as a mark of honour and independence that we can parent by ourselves. That we don’t need help. That we can do it all. We are supermoms! But are we? I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted. My kids are older. It’s not as physically intense, but it’s still emotionally intense. There is shit loads of laundry to do all the time. Parenting is a drag. It takes its toll on your relationships. I feel inadequate all the time. Like I’m always racing to catch up. And I never can. But what if we accepted that we don’t have to do it all? I know conceptually we agree with it takes a village, but why do we not actually put it into action? Why don’t we embrace the concept of communal raising of our families? The thought of moving in with our parents is terrifying for us. We worked so hard to move out! We can just barely afford to buy our houses and once we have we want to live in our hard earned houses completely independently. {By the way I’m not a millennial, but even whey I look at house prices for normal houses, they are beyond ridonculous}. But then we are miserable. Because we are so tired and we are stretched so thin. And the very same people we worked so hard to get our independence from need us now more than ever. And then we realize it was a mistake that we moved so far away from our parents. We need to be closer to them so we can look after them and make sure they have a dignified old age. We’ve done this whole adulting thing wrong if you ask me. It takes a village to raise a family and keep a family together. It takes a village to keep our elderly happy and healthy. The nuclear family is a great set up for tv, but it’s not actually a great set up for reality. So today, I called my mommy and I asked her if we could come over for dinner. It made her happy, it made my kids happy and most importantly, it’s actually made me happy.