Big changes are coming.
I have decided to look for a job. Paying job, that is. It is time to turn in my many different hats. Hats including:
- World’s fastest speed cleaner if company comes over.
- Sorta half-ass cook.
- Laundry operator. Folder. Hanger-upper. Clothes-on-the-floor-dumper and hope husband is bothered enough to help.
- CEO of the family. Yay or Nay ends with me.
- Security of the household. Also known as expert spy on which neighbors are getting FedEx packages.
- Nurse that mostly provides hugs and kisses. Because if there’s blood involved, I will faint.
- Preschool expert. Blue triangle! Yellow square! 1+1=2! Hola! Count to ten! That’s as far as my made-up teaching degree gets me.
- Driver of the family vehicle. Oh, what I would pay for a limo/taxi style piece of glass separating me from those toy-throwing, wheels-on-the-bus-singing monkeys in the back.
- Official butt wiper. Snot wiper. T-shirt aim for a puking kid.
I believe that the average worth of a stay-at-home mom is $112,000 a year. I mean, holding the bottom of your t-shirt up like a bowl for someone to puke in? Who does that?! Only for big money.
My girls are growing up. They are kids now; the baby years are over. We were lucky to be able to make the decision whether or not I should go to work or stay at home after I had Emma. I chose to stay with the girls, my babies. I wanted to raise them. I wanted to see their milestones myself. I wanted to teach them about the world they were born into. I wanted to spend carefree weekdays at the pool in the summer and roll around in the snow in the winter.
I did that.
The guilt of not using my Bachelor of Arts degree is setting in. I spent 7 years at one of the hardest jobs in the world. I want to see what it’s like in the working, paying world. My guess is it’s a lot easier. It’s time for a professional educator to teach my kids. After all, I just want my kids to be happy.
I know what I want to do. I want to write.
I have a different personality compared to my “writer” self. I could spend all day at the computer tapping away at the keyboard. Give me a topic – I’ll write about it. I’ll make jokes about it. I’ll laugh at myself. I don’t know, I just write how I think. It’s fun. It’s easy. It’s me in my thoughts. I never really question if what I am writing is good. But when I go back and re-read things, I read it from a strangers perspective. “Did I write that? That’s actually kinda good. Can I hang out with this girl?”
I’m not like that in person.
I can’t make people laugh in person. But somehow I can when I write.
As far as how I am going to get into a writing career …that is the hard part. Really hard. I have a black hole in my resume.
There will be no changes to this blog. I will still be here and writing about my personal life. That will never change.
Anyone need a writer?