What would Judi do?

I was born a girl. No question about that. Growing up in my family being a girl had certain expectations associated it. I should learn to cook. College may or may not be in my future and that was okay. I should expect to get married, have a family, blah, blah, blah. Okay, I got married (not that I expected to all) and have a family. Still can't cook well. And am still trying to graduate. Sigh. One of the biggest sources of stress in my house is the role I'm supposed to have. I'm supposed to know how to cook all sorts of things. I'm supposed to be the one to do that laundry. Again, blah, blah, blah. I can cook. I can do laundry, though - and I'm sure I'm not alone here - I hate it. I am the primary caregiver to my kids. I'm a pretty traditional mom. Only I'm not. And now I'm really not. The economy bit our butts, too, and now I'm the primary breadwinner AND all those other things. As the myth of Super Mom gets busted in front of my

The name is simple. WWJD. What would Judi do? I should have added more - what would judi do and how do my actions affect her? That would be more clear, no? People come in and out of my life regularly. It's the job I've chosen. I show up briefly for a job and then leave. If I like the client, I can ask to go back and if I don't like them I never have to return. Perfect. My personal life isn't so perfect. People come in and out and I have no control over it. I have a few close friends who are either moving or contemplating moving. This doesn't bode well for me. One is travelling all over the world (fine by me) and then coming back only to move across the country (not fine with me). There's a time difference between us. Who will text with me during boring jobs? Who will make me laugh when my world is falling apart? The next might be moving half way around the world. That's definitely not okay with me. No one is asking my opinion. They just te