Thursday, September 6, 2012

Is This Really So Bad?

Stains fear my wrath. Or whatever it is moms say about it...
I am a housewife.
As much as I'd like to say I'm a writer when asked, "What do you do?" the answer has become, "I stay at home." 
Maybe it's because my parents are still here.
Today, I walked L.E. to preschool, came home, sorted laundry, started the washer, found $1.50 in the bottom of the dryer, moved the sprinkler around the yard, made a cup of coffee, glanced at the news headlines, opened the fridge and thought about throwing out some leftovers, made the bed, picked up L.E.'s cars and put them away. 
Now I might watch an episode of House Hunters.
Is this so bad? 
I've been working non-stop since I was 16. Even longer than that, if you consider I babysat my next-door neighbors every day after school beginning at age 12. 
(I don't count maternity leave as "time off" because that was like working the hardest job ever for 24 hours a day, seven days a week.)
I had a career that I found to be less than fulfilling so I decided to step away from it once we moved. I'm fortunate in that I can take my time and figure out what I want to do.
But that doesn't mean I can just sit around all day watching DIY TV. 
I'm cleaning.
I'm meal planning.
I'm potty training.
I'm exercising.
I'm shopping.
I'm wearing a cute apron.
I'm squishing spiders.
I'm changing light bulbs.
I'm contemplating such questions as, "What IS Zumba and is it right for me?" And, "Just where the hell do you buy decent lamps in Austin?"
I'm sweating. A lot. Seriously, Texas, when is the end of sweating season? 
I'm not eating as much as I want to.
I've lost 10 lbs since starting Weight Watchers.
This is the life of a housewife. This is the life of a stay-at-home mom.
People keep telling me I'll get bored and my brain will turn to mush if I don't get some adult stimulation.
I'm not bored yet. My mind hasn't gone to jelly yet.
I don't hate my child yet.
Sometimes the mundane is just what's needed.
It's nice not to stress about deadlines and bleed sizes. 
It's wonderful not to worry about whether the client will approve something in a timely manner.
I'm not 100% in La La Land, though. I still have no friends. L.E. still doesn't have friends.
And there's the sweating. My God, why am I sweating so much?
I've applied for any writing job I see.
I have a novel that I've barely started or even outlined in my novel book.
But for the most part, I'm content.
I have to be for my family's sake.
Being a housewife isn't so bad.

Let's see how I feel about it in a month.

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