Found It

Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Found It

I sat in the kitchen drinking my second cup of coffee (maybe third...) and listening to the drip, drip, drip of the faucet. I’d been sitting too long. I had plenty of things I could be doing, probably more I should be doing, but I just couldn’t seem to get started.
I kept thinking about my life. I’m a wife, I’m a mother, daughter of two wonderful parents, but who the heck am I? When I started “growing up” I had plans to be somebody. I had a lot of thoughts about what I wanted to do, what I would be good at, helpful things, important things. Yet here I was, cleaning a clean house, being the mother of children, now old enough so they didn’t really need me, and the wife of a guy who spends more time at work than in our house. They all seem happy, so that’s good, but who am I?
Yes, I love my husband, and yes, I couldn’t have better children than my beautiful daughter and son. I visit my parents at least once a week and make sure they are doing well and happy. They seem very happy. Everybody was happy, except me.
I was not unhappy; I just didn’t feel happy. I felt empty. Nobody needed me and I had nothing to do beyond cleaning an already clean house, doing laundry for people who know their clean clothes will be in the laundry room, because they always are. Some days I don’t even talk to them beyond “See you later!” as they rush out the door.
I needed something to do. Something that I could be excited about, something that would last, and give me a reason to get up in the morning.
And that’s when I started writing...