I wonder what I was supposed to think when my oldest daughter (now 13) told me the other day: Ma, you look like a Desperate Housewife today.

Huh?

It sometimes feels to me like I'm living someone else's life.... Its like I'm supposed to be somewhere else, doing something else...

I just can't shake the feeling.

Life was exciting for years - we lived abroad, travelled a lot - and then we decided to return home and settle down. *sigh* Bought the house, found the kids a nice new school, got a bunch of pets.....but then it felt wrong and we started itching again. Maybe we're just spoilt.

I'm waiting for a sign.....