This past year I have either had TOO MUCH time on my hands or NOT ENOUGH.
The month of May has hit record pace of activity and I feel like there is definitely NOT ENOUGH time. I have tunnel vision and am focusing on one day at a time, checking it off, and then moving onto the next activity on my to-do list.
Consider if you will my May:
• Cleaned for/Welcomed MiL to our home to watch kiddo while I traveled to DC.
• Traveled to DC Metro to search for a suitable long-term rental. FOUND ONE! Relief!
• Visited the Georgia Aquarium with my family for my Mother’s Day present (We had to squeeze it in before we left. Hubby didn’t want to be left out.).
• Cleaned for/Welcomed Parents to our home to watch kiddo while I recover from a tonsillectomy.
• TONSILLECTOMY (Sucks!)
• While I’m recovering, which involves lots of sleeping, taking it easy, eating a soft diet (which I think makes me crabbier than the pain. I swear I’m not getting enough calories.), I am also in the middle of planning party extraordinaire for the boy.
• Oh yes, and let me not forget: My washer bit the bullet this past week, too. We will not replace it since we move next month and our rental has a washer & dryer. So I will be hauling my laundry to the laundromat or to friends’ house for the next 6 weeks. GOOD TIMES!
• Birthday Party with 22 kids at the United Gymstars & Cheer Center. Let me tell you that this was worth every penny spent! Primarily for the A/C alone as it was a hot, hot Southern afternoon.
• Realtor Pics. We have been fortunate to live in my parents’ rental home (discounted rent!). They have decided to sell the house while we are still in it. So I had to massively clean up the house to create the why-isn’t-this-home-cozy look which essentially means I can’t live in my house (no messes, no clutter). The realtor walked through and took pictures at the beginning of the week.
As soon as the universe realizes that you are moving, it converges on you to make life incredibly hectic. Not so hectic to break you. Just hectic enough that you have to dig down to your happy place and do whatever one needs to remain sane and functional. My normal operating mode is lots of coffee. In moving mode, I require more than coffee (and I’m currently banned from hot liquids anyway!). I need endorphins! And when I get neither coffee or endorphins, I then overeat and gain weight. Ask anyone who moves frequently and I’d be willing to bet, most will gain weight. It’s inevitable. Anyway, I digress.
Needless to say, May has been stressful. And I don't handle stress well. [see previous post] But I have checked most things off my list. The only things remaining are relatively fun activities: (1) find a formal gown for a graduation ball (less than 3 weeks) and (2) move. Easy peasy.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
SPOILED WIFEY DOES NOT HANDLE STRESS & UNCERTAINTY WELL
Let me start off that I recognize that I do not handle stress well nor uncertainty nor change.
Let me further state that I am currently snippy, aggravated, distracted, and in general, a real moody bitch.
Let me apologize in advance for my behavior for the next 2 months until I am settled in our new location.
Let me pledge that I will channel my angst toward a more positive reality to the best of my ability and not completely shred my hubby to pieces or snap at my innocent child or try the good humor of my friends.
I am heading to DC tomorrow for house-hunting. I will find suitable housing within our means. I WILL! I welcome prayers and positive thinking!
Moving should be viewed as exciting as this is another opportunity to reinvent myself (possibly to a working woman).
I will not let stress, uncertainty, & change get the best of me. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR! (And when I get some money, I am getting a massage!)
Let me further state that I am currently snippy, aggravated, distracted, and in general, a real moody bitch.
Let me apologize in advance for my behavior for the next 2 months until I am settled in our new location.
Let me pledge that I will channel my angst toward a more positive reality to the best of my ability and not completely shred my hubby to pieces or snap at my innocent child or try the good humor of my friends.
I am heading to DC tomorrow for house-hunting. I will find suitable housing within our means. I WILL! I welcome prayers and positive thinking!
Moving should be viewed as exciting as this is another opportunity to reinvent myself (possibly to a working woman).
I will not let stress, uncertainty, & change get the best of me. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR! (And when I get some money, I am getting a massage!)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
SOME DAYS I FORGET THAT I AM THE PARENT AND THAT I AM IN “CONTROL”
Today I spent an exorbitant amount of time catering to my child’s desire to find the perfect toy at Toys R Us. Yesterday, I had bribed promised my son a new toy as a reward for exceptionally good behavior at the doctor’s office. He wouldn’t let me forget it either and gleefully reminded me that we needed to take a trip to the Toys R Us after lunch. We had a short argument about Target versus Toys R Us, but I caved, knowing that I wouldn’t be tempted to overspend at Toys R Us.
He looked at EVERYTHING – games, Thomas & friends, books, Legos, Lightning McQueen, Toy Story, Diego, Imaginex, Animal Planet. After an hour, I had reached my limit. Don’t ask me why I didn’t set a time limit with him beforehand. I tried some gentle prompting to pick out a toy followed by mild threats that if he didn’t pick something out quickly, we would leave the store empty-handed. I didn’t get truly ugly, just reverted to my inner teenager: exasperated sighs and an eye roll or two.
Somewhere in Aisle 5, a lightbulb went off. Yes, I am THE parent. Yes, I am in “control.” Yes, I should direct him to pick a toy and then go. End of story. Maybe I actually said with conviction this time around: “Pick out the toy you want and then we are going. What toy do you want?” And without hesitation, Prince led me back to the Lightning McQueen aisle to pick up yet another Chick Hicks. Thankfully, I got off lightly – only $6.
It could have been much worse.
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Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I am recording how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it.
0645 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & IM with friend
0900 House-hunting/Making phone calls to set up appointments
1030 Personal Maintenance/Indulgence
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Lunch *
1330 Home & IM with friend
1500 Shopping @ Toys R Us (bribery/reward for good behavior at Dr office)
1630 Facebook
1730 Dinner (spaghetti & corn) **
1900 Bedtime Duty
2000 Websurfing – Searching for jobs ***
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*Cupboards/Fridge are void of lunch options. Need to get groceries. Holding out til payday doesn’t look like a realistic option.
**Hubby had dinner duty tonight.
***Simultaneously fascinating & frightening. The good news: there are jobs in my former career field out there. The bad news: I am not current. I need a major injection of confidence, dust off the cobwebs in my brain, and bone up on my skills level. Ugh! I so do not want to rewrite the resume. I don’t even think it will be a rewrite. More like a fresh start.
Today’s Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$10.90 Lunch
$ 6.58 Toys R Us
He looked at EVERYTHING – games, Thomas & friends, books, Legos, Lightning McQueen, Toy Story, Diego, Imaginex, Animal Planet. After an hour, I had reached my limit. Don’t ask me why I didn’t set a time limit with him beforehand. I tried some gentle prompting to pick out a toy followed by mild threats that if he didn’t pick something out quickly, we would leave the store empty-handed. I didn’t get truly ugly, just reverted to my inner teenager: exasperated sighs and an eye roll or two.
Somewhere in Aisle 5, a lightbulb went off. Yes, I am THE parent. Yes, I am in “control.” Yes, I should direct him to pick a toy and then go. End of story. Maybe I actually said with conviction this time around: “Pick out the toy you want and then we are going. What toy do you want?” And without hesitation, Prince led me back to the Lightning McQueen aisle to pick up yet another Chick Hicks. Thankfully, I got off lightly – only $6.
It could have been much worse.
******************************************************************************
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I am recording how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it.
0645 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & IM with friend
0900 House-hunting/Making phone calls to set up appointments
1030 Personal Maintenance/Indulgence
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Lunch *
1330 Home & IM with friend
1500 Shopping @ Toys R Us (bribery/reward for good behavior at Dr office)
1630 Facebook
1730 Dinner (spaghetti & corn) **
1900 Bedtime Duty
2000 Websurfing – Searching for jobs ***
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*Cupboards/Fridge are void of lunch options. Need to get groceries. Holding out til payday doesn’t look like a realistic option.
**Hubby had dinner duty tonight.
***Simultaneously fascinating & frightening. The good news: there are jobs in my former career field out there. The bad news: I am not current. I need a major injection of confidence, dust off the cobwebs in my brain, and bone up on my skills level. Ugh! I so do not want to rewrite the resume. I don’t even think it will be a rewrite. More like a fresh start.
Today’s Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$10.90 Lunch
$ 6.58 Toys R Us
Monday, April 26, 2010
LIVING A LIFE OF LUXURY?! (SO SAYS HUBBY)
I am extremely annoyed at Hubby.
He jokes that I live a life of luxury. I’m not sure if he truly knows what I do in a day. He must assume I sit on my ass all day talking with my friends and watching TV.
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I guess I should record how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it. *sigh*
0730 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & chat with Christine
0930 Mow Lawn
1045 Personal Maintenance *
1130 Errand @ car dealership
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Impromptu lunch date **
1345 Dr Appt for kiddo ***
1500 Errand @ post office
1515 Shopping @ Hobby Lobby (bday party invitations)
1615 Snack & start dinner
1730 Dinner (pork chops, rice & broccoli)
1800 Dance class
1930 Bedtime Duty
2030 Kitchen Clean Up
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*How wonderful to shower & shave and not worry about the potential mischief that kiddo may be doing in the living room.
** My girlfriend texted that she was in the area and wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I love that I can have impromptu lunch dates with good friends, just because. The schedule is such that allows for flexibility.
***Again how incredibly important to have flexibility in the schedule. I only watched the time because I had to entertain kiddo for quite awhile before he was seen by the doctor. We were at the dr office for over an hour.
Let’s not forget all the things that are done mindlessly throughout the day: emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, sorting the mail, wasting time on Facebook, laundry, texting….
I AM a busy woman; I'm just not overcommitted…yet! I'm not overly stressed out. (Current stress level does not count!) I have the time to handle schedule changes. I have the time to help out/talk with a friend. I have the time to chaperone kiddo on field trips at school. Most importantly, I GET PLENTY OF SLEEP. Something will have to give when I start working again. I think it will be sleep, personal relationships, and my health (more stress). Later this week, I will brainstorm on the positive aspects of going back to work (salon visits, paying down debt, improved self-confidence, yada, yada, yada), but right now I want to wallow in self-pity.
What can I say? I'm spoiled.
Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$14.05 Lunch
$ 1.65 Coffee (I splurged on a 2nd cup.)
$ 4.90 Postage
$16.64 Hobby Lobby
He jokes that I live a life of luxury. I’m not sure if he truly knows what I do in a day. He must assume I sit on my ass all day talking with my friends and watching TV.
Since my SAHM days are coming to end, I guess I should record how I spend my days so I can recollect how good I had it. *sigh*
0730 Morning Duty
0830 Coffee break & chat with Christine
0930 Mow Lawn
1045 Personal Maintenance *
1130 Errand @ car dealership
1200 Pick up kiddo
1230 Impromptu lunch date **
1345 Dr Appt for kiddo ***
1500 Errand @ post office
1515 Shopping @ Hobby Lobby (bday party invitations)
1615 Snack & start dinner
1730 Dinner (pork chops, rice & broccoli)
1800 Dance class
1930 Bedtime Duty
2030 Kitchen Clean Up
2100 Ahhhh…..Me time
*How wonderful to shower & shave and not worry about the potential mischief that kiddo may be doing in the living room.
** My girlfriend texted that she was in the area and wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I love that I can have impromptu lunch dates with good friends, just because. The schedule is such that allows for flexibility.
***Again how incredibly important to have flexibility in the schedule. I only watched the time because I had to entertain kiddo for quite awhile before he was seen by the doctor. We were at the dr office for over an hour.
Let’s not forget all the things that are done mindlessly throughout the day: emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, sorting the mail, wasting time on Facebook, laundry, texting….
I AM a busy woman; I'm just not overcommitted…yet! I'm not overly stressed out. (Current stress level does not count!) I have the time to handle schedule changes. I have the time to help out/talk with a friend. I have the time to chaperone kiddo on field trips at school. Most importantly, I GET PLENTY OF SLEEP. Something will have to give when I start working again. I think it will be sleep, personal relationships, and my health (more stress). Later this week, I will brainstorm on the positive aspects of going back to work (salon visits, paying down debt, improved self-confidence, yada, yada, yada), but right now I want to wallow in self-pity.
What can I say? I'm spoiled.
Expenses:
$ 1.65 Coffee
$14.05 Lunch
$ 1.65 Coffee (I splurged on a 2nd cup.)
$ 4.90 Postage
$16.64 Hobby Lobby
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
GIRLS NIGHT OUT: Retro 80s Stylin'!
Is Spoiled Wifey A Dancing Fool?
This past Saturday was Girls Night Out: 80s dress-up, dinner, drinks & dancing.
After 3 cosmos at the restaurant, I was already feeling like I ROCKED my 80s outfit. Oh yeah, I owned it. All the embarrassment of 80s dress-up with ridiculous hair was long gone. Now I dared my fellow bar patrons with my strut & attitude: “Why yes, I am wearing electric blue leggings. Look, Love & Covet, people!” Add Malibu rum (on the rocks!), and I apparently thought I belonged as the CENTER OF ATTENTION of an EMPTY dance floor, in front of the lead singer, getting my groove on, precariously clutching my precious dancing-inducing elixir.
My girlfriends were very kind to me.
They RESCUED me before I truly made a dancing fool of myself (perhaps already too late?). I know I am no dancing Elaine, thankfully. However, drunk Spoiled Wifey in 80s garb, dancing solo is probably not much better. The girlfriends closed ranks around me before I did anything truly regrettable. We had our instant dance party and a good time was had by all.
I am foolish about a lot of things. But dancing with my girlfriends, letting loose, and having a good time is not one of those times, or maybe I should say an appropriate time to be so. Girls Night Out are few and far between for our group of moms with preschoolers. How I will miss all these gal pals! We all relocate this summer and scatter to the four winds.
I am very grateful for the friendships I have made, given the short time we have been here, less than 10 months. I have learned to never underestimate how a gathering of friends can be so much fun (as it ought to be) but also life-affirming and empowering (hubby’s favorite word), even if we are wearing retro!
BTW, much thanks to my designated driver! You know who you are.
P.S. I still had preschooler duty at 0730 on Sunday morning, thank you very much!
This past Saturday was Girls Night Out: 80s dress-up, dinner, drinks & dancing.
After 3 cosmos at the restaurant, I was already feeling like I ROCKED my 80s outfit. Oh yeah, I owned it. All the embarrassment of 80s dress-up with ridiculous hair was long gone. Now I dared my fellow bar patrons with my strut & attitude: “Why yes, I am wearing electric blue leggings. Look, Love & Covet, people!” Add Malibu rum (on the rocks!), and I apparently thought I belonged as the CENTER OF ATTENTION of an EMPTY dance floor, in front of the lead singer, getting my groove on, precariously clutching my precious dancing-inducing elixir.
My girlfriends were very kind to me.
They RESCUED me before I truly made a dancing fool of myself (perhaps already too late?). I know I am no dancing Elaine, thankfully. However, drunk Spoiled Wifey in 80s garb, dancing solo is probably not much better. The girlfriends closed ranks around me before I did anything truly regrettable. We had our instant dance party and a good time was had by all.
I am foolish about a lot of things. But dancing with my girlfriends, letting loose, and having a good time is not one of those times, or maybe I should say an appropriate time to be so. Girls Night Out are few and far between for our group of moms with preschoolers. How I will miss all these gal pals! We all relocate this summer and scatter to the four winds.
I am very grateful for the friendships I have made, given the short time we have been here, less than 10 months. I have learned to never underestimate how a gathering of friends can be so much fun (as it ought to be) but also life-affirming and empowering (hubby’s favorite word), even if we are wearing retro!
BTW, much thanks to my designated driver! You know who you are.
P.S. I still had preschooler duty at 0730 on Sunday morning, thank you very much!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Estrogen & Caffeine Pow Wow
I’m avoiding the soul searching. [Read previous post] Instead the past week I have been indulging in one of my favorite social activities: coffee with the ladies.
Now I don’t have a daily coffee break with the gals, although I think it would be warranted if I did. As a stay-at-home mama, social interaction requires effort. (Although thank god for Facebook! I feel less isolated and definitely more connected with the world with just a quick skim of status updates.) I still need face-to-face conversation with my “peers” outside the home. I compare it to an extended office coffee break, water cooler break or work lunch that my hubby enjoys on a regular basis with his workmates.
I’m going to say the word my hubby hates and thinks is terribly overused. I feel EMPOWERED with my coffee dates. I think it has to do with the concentration of estrogen that gives the caffeine we are drinking an extra kick. A chat with the ladies and suddenly I feel like I can do most anything. Tackle the never-ending to do list. Confront. Comfort. Support. Whine. Motivate.
The collective sharing of our lives gives each of us more depth and perspective. Here is a sample of our coffee chat from last week:
• husband gripes & kudos (Kudos to the hubby who single-handedly took care of his 18-month twins for 3 days while wifey was on a mini-vacation with other mamas. Yes, wifeys do this all the time without accolades but since it’s a departure from the norm for their household, we do give him props.
• our impending relocations and its associated to-do list (house-hunting, commuting considerations, school/day care, jobs/career options)
• our preschool boys’ love of the word poop
• after patiently waiting for 5 years, the impending adoption of a beautiful little girl from China and how life will change (i.e. they will finally buy a microwave! What parents can survive without a microwave?!)
• pilfering through a Mary Kay makeup stash of a consultant getting out of the business
• allergy symptoms and the best OTC remedies (thanks to our resident SAHM nurse practitioner)
Our next estrogen pow wow is tomorrow. I can hardly wait. I’m already thinking about my topic of discussion: the Tiger Woods interview at the Masters. Could it be any more of a good ole boys network? Or maybe I can get some tips how to completely remove cranberry juice stain from my carpet (since my steamvac is broken). Hmmmm….who knows what the discussion will be.
But let me suggest that tomorrow you too experience an uplifting energy surge. Drink coffee with your gal pals!
Now I don’t have a daily coffee break with the gals, although I think it would be warranted if I did. As a stay-at-home mama, social interaction requires effort. (Although thank god for Facebook! I feel less isolated and definitely more connected with the world with just a quick skim of status updates.) I still need face-to-face conversation with my “peers” outside the home. I compare it to an extended office coffee break, water cooler break or work lunch that my hubby enjoys on a regular basis with his workmates.
I’m going to say the word my hubby hates and thinks is terribly overused. I feel EMPOWERED with my coffee dates. I think it has to do with the concentration of estrogen that gives the caffeine we are drinking an extra kick. A chat with the ladies and suddenly I feel like I can do most anything. Tackle the never-ending to do list. Confront. Comfort. Support. Whine. Motivate.
The collective sharing of our lives gives each of us more depth and perspective. Here is a sample of our coffee chat from last week:
• husband gripes & kudos (Kudos to the hubby who single-handedly took care of his 18-month twins for 3 days while wifey was on a mini-vacation with other mamas. Yes, wifeys do this all the time without accolades but since it’s a departure from the norm for their household, we do give him props.
• our impending relocations and its associated to-do list (house-hunting, commuting considerations, school/day care, jobs/career options)
• our preschool boys’ love of the word poop
• after patiently waiting for 5 years, the impending adoption of a beautiful little girl from China and how life will change (i.e. they will finally buy a microwave! What parents can survive without a microwave?!)
• pilfering through a Mary Kay makeup stash of a consultant getting out of the business
• allergy symptoms and the best OTC remedies (thanks to our resident SAHM nurse practitioner)
Our next estrogen pow wow is tomorrow. I can hardly wait. I’m already thinking about my topic of discussion: the Tiger Woods interview at the Masters. Could it be any more of a good ole boys network? Or maybe I can get some tips how to completely remove cranberry juice stain from my carpet (since my steamvac is broken). Hmmmm….who knows what the discussion will be.
But let me suggest that tomorrow you too experience an uplifting energy surge. Drink coffee with your gal pals!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Domestic Household Manager Position in Jeopardy!
The pink slip is coming any day now.
Spoiled Wifey is having a difficult time facing the reality that her cushy full-time position will soon be eliminated. (The household duties remain constant, of course. But now it will require Wifey to figure out how to squeeze out at least one more hour into a very full day to maintain basic household services: menu planning, groceries, cleaning, laundry, and pet maintenance.)
But after months of cost cutting measures & draconian cutbacks on salon visits (resulting in bushy eyebrows; That truly isn’t pretty on me and does a number on my self-esteem.), even I know our current spending level is unsustainable. The red numbers on the balance sheet has a harshness to it that has me fretting, almost to the point of motivation to find paid employment. Almost.
Our upcoming relocation to a high cost of living area is producing anxiety and stress. I already had realized that I’m not going to get what I want. But now I am ALSO realizing that I have to go back to work to just break even (and to enjoy some things that make life more pleasant – for me that means regular, routine salon visits!).
Spoiled Wifey Moment: Since when am I required to work?! (The plan was for me to stay at home until our darling preschooler starts school. Added insult: Negotiations for Baby #2 are stalled. The opposing executive is dead-set against company expansion in the current business environment.)
If the thought of working isn’t depressing enough, I am now left to wonder what kind of work to do. I haven’t worked full-time in over 5 years. My part-time employment and volunteer pursuits have been sporadic and were done more for my personal enjoyment rather than for any resume building. I am so incredibly excited about the resume rewrite project and its associated soul-searching that inevitably goes with a job search and simultaneously redefining myself. I really am! [Insert face scowl here.] Do I take a job, any job, to increase the coinage in our family coffer? Or do I start thinking about career choices which most likely includes training & a return to school? Balance all of this with our pressing need for more income. (It’s looking more like a job, any job. Why do I feel like the wicked witch of the east after being soaked with frigid and dirty water? I’m melting! I’m melting!)
Despite my spoiledness, I know returning to work is necessary to avoid financial hardship. (Spoiled Wifey Disclaimer: Our situation isn’t anywhere near catastrophic yet. And I fully aware that there are many who struggle to meet basic needs.) I am hardly the first spoiled wifey to have to return to the work force begrudgingly.
Today, however, I am going to enjoy the beautiful sunshine of a perfect spring day while my precious preschooler plays outside with bubbles, because I can. Soul-searching begins tomorrow.
JOB DUTIES ACCOMPLISHED TODAY:
1. Company Chauffeur/driver: on-time service for pampered preschooler
2. HR Manager/Social Coordinator: phone calls
3. Building Custodian: Removed furniture & household items for donation
4. Pool Maintenance: Tested water level & purchased supplies
5. Coffee Break: Salon Visit (I really couldn’t handle the eyebrows today!)
6. Finance Manager: Expense report
7. Staff Writer: Research
8. Grounds Maintenance: Weeding
9. Company Chef: Providing a nutritious & appealing dinner on a budget
EXPENSES TODAY: $30 + $109 + $76 = $215
Spoiled Wifey is having a difficult time facing the reality that her cushy full-time position will soon be eliminated. (The household duties remain constant, of course. But now it will require Wifey to figure out how to squeeze out at least one more hour into a very full day to maintain basic household services: menu planning, groceries, cleaning, laundry, and pet maintenance.)
But after months of cost cutting measures & draconian cutbacks on salon visits (resulting in bushy eyebrows; That truly isn’t pretty on me and does a number on my self-esteem.), even I know our current spending level is unsustainable. The red numbers on the balance sheet has a harshness to it that has me fretting, almost to the point of motivation to find paid employment. Almost.
Our upcoming relocation to a high cost of living area is producing anxiety and stress. I already had realized that I’m not going to get what I want. But now I am ALSO realizing that I have to go back to work to just break even (and to enjoy some things that make life more pleasant – for me that means regular, routine salon visits!).
Spoiled Wifey Moment: Since when am I required to work?! (The plan was for me to stay at home until our darling preschooler starts school. Added insult: Negotiations for Baby #2 are stalled. The opposing executive is dead-set against company expansion in the current business environment.)
If the thought of working isn’t depressing enough, I am now left to wonder what kind of work to do. I haven’t worked full-time in over 5 years. My part-time employment and volunteer pursuits have been sporadic and were done more for my personal enjoyment rather than for any resume building. I am so incredibly excited about the resume rewrite project and its associated soul-searching that inevitably goes with a job search and simultaneously redefining myself. I really am! [Insert face scowl here.] Do I take a job, any job, to increase the coinage in our family coffer? Or do I start thinking about career choices which most likely includes training & a return to school? Balance all of this with our pressing need for more income. (It’s looking more like a job, any job. Why do I feel like the wicked witch of the east after being soaked with frigid and dirty water? I’m melting! I’m melting!)
Despite my spoiledness, I know returning to work is necessary to avoid financial hardship. (Spoiled Wifey Disclaimer: Our situation isn’t anywhere near catastrophic yet. And I fully aware that there are many who struggle to meet basic needs.) I am hardly the first spoiled wifey to have to return to the work force begrudgingly.
Today, however, I am going to enjoy the beautiful sunshine of a perfect spring day while my precious preschooler plays outside with bubbles, because I can. Soul-searching begins tomorrow.
JOB DUTIES ACCOMPLISHED TODAY:
1. Company Chauffeur/driver: on-time service for pampered preschooler
2. HR Manager/Social Coordinator: phone calls
3. Building Custodian: Removed furniture & household items for donation
4. Pool Maintenance: Tested water level & purchased supplies
5. Coffee Break: Salon Visit (I really couldn’t handle the eyebrows today!)
6. Finance Manager: Expense report
7. Staff Writer: Research
8. Grounds Maintenance: Weeding
9. Company Chef: Providing a nutritious & appealing dinner on a budget
EXPENSES TODAY: $30 + $109 + $76 = $215
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