I'm scheduled just over 20 hours at work this week. That's it. I'm going just slightly crazy thinking about the pay check that will come with it next Thursday (or lack of) and I can't help but wonder - How would I handle not working at all?
I was getting ready to doze off a few nights ago when I was awakened by what seemed like the best idea I'd had all day.
"I love my job buuuut maybe I could quit and be a stay at home wife. I promise to stay caught up with laundry. Plus, I'll vacuum, dust, and sweep everyday. I'll keep the fridge stocked, I'll take up couponing and lots of cute little crafts that will make our house just a little cuter. I promise not to blog everyday and I'll make lists so that things really do get done, Oh and I'll shower every day so that you're not leaving and coming home to a girl in her jams."
An incredibly groggy voice spoke up.
"I thought you did those things every day?!"
Translation - "The house always looks like you've cleaned it"
He doesn't look close enough at the laundry hamper, the bathroom, the dust, the tiny little things that are going on around our house to notice when I miss a thing or two. In fact, all those things aren't expected of me.
Seriously?
Where did I come up with this 'everything has to clean and tidy for when Colby comes home. Or all things need to be perfectly spick and span with each new day so that we can keep things organized and clean so we don't pull our hairs out until we find our own little house' attitude? And why do I feel the sudden urge to completely slack on and not accomplish a single thing with this new found information?
Yesterday Colb text me and asked how my day was going and what I was up to.
"Good! just folded whites and now I'm getting ready to vacuum while the darks dry."
Snap.
"I'm not really helping my 'I need to be a stay at home wife' case am i?"
I sure am getting anxious for my new 40 hours a week job to start in July.
I suppose this means I can stop putting the cleaning supplies at the top of the grocery list.
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