|My lovely, and spotless, kitchen.|
Yep, I knew I would back-track.
Every morning, I wake up and check my list for the week.
I started including look for a job on it.
I still have no idea what I want to do.
I don’t know if staying at home is it.
That scares me.
I love being with my daughter.
I hate having to defend it.
When you’re a parent, you’re already judged for every decision you make.
Natural birth or drugs.
Vaginal or c-section.
Breastmilk or formula.
Co-sleeping or cry it out.
Follow your kid on the playground or let them go explore on their own.
Montessori or Waldorf.
Stay at home or go back to work.
Enough is enough, people. The last thing parents need is affirmation that they’re not doing it right.
I’ve surprised people because I’m not working.
They all know me as being career-driven because that’s the personae I’ve always adopted before I became a mom.
This new role of mine was a shock to them.
They get a little bit judgey.
I explain that we just moved and I’m not sure what I want to do.
“But you’re a graphic designer!”
I’m obviously not a very good one.
I don’t have a website, minus this blog.
I don’t have the passion for design right now.
I have more passion for wiping off counters and folding laundry.
And a clean bathroom.
What does that say about my career?
So I stay at home.
Not as sneer-worthy as saying I’m a writer.
I wasn’t prepared to defend my new place in life.
What is there to defend?
It’s not about money, it’s about happiness.
OK, not happiness but contentment.
Am I content?
Ask me in a week.