Something I couldn’t have foreseen 10 years ago has recently been rattling around in my brain. I want a job. 10 years ago I was in the military and fed up that I didn’t get to spend enough time with my husband and kids. Being at home all day sounded like the BEST THING EVER. Oh, how I laugh at 10-years-ago me. I was so naive. I thought spending time with the under-5 crowd all day sounded super fun. And for a while it was. We made crafts, I cooked a lot, we cuddled. It slowly devolved into a mind-numbing groundhog day-esque existence where everything was the same, every day. Now a good day is when I wear my socks right-side out. Bonus points if they match.
I gently approached the topic of mommy getting a job while everyone was at the dinner table the other night and the effect was quite dramatic. Bossypants actually cried, Boyscout laughed, and Little Man informed me that ‘you belong to me, mama’. The problem of course being that Little Man is still at home–he won’t be in kindergarten until next fall. Boy Scout works crazy and unpredictable hours that would make it difficult if not impossible to count on him for childcare and let’s face it, paying for childcare would kind of defeat the purpose. Which all adds up to NO SOUP FOR YOU. Job, that is.
I need out, people! Somebody send me a hacksaw in a krispy kreme. Or just forget the saw and send the Krispy Kreme. If I can’t actually escape to a job I can put myself in a sugar coma and drift along until Little Man gets to kindergarten.
“You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave….”
