Yep, I feel the exact same way. I do a little freelance writing from home, which helps a lot with the feeling like I'm pointless becauase I have no job, and does give us a little extra money that I have personally earned, but it's for extremely uninteresting publications. Not exactly something to brag about. I recently learned that a guy I was good friends with in college has moved back to our area--as an English professor. And he's had poetry and short stories published in actual literary journals. I cringe at the idea that I might run into him in the grocery store and he'll say, "So what have you been doing for the last six years?" and I'll look around at my cart crammed full of Cheerios and diapers and children and say, "Well...I had three kids." I dream of novels and world travel too. I hope someday they'll be more than just dreams. But this is just where I am in life now, so I need to accept that.