Today marks the end of my first week of unemployment, or, as I prefer to think of it, my first week as a stay at home mom. Its different than I thought it would be. I really need to get into the swing of things.
I was going to go to the zoo with a friend of mine today, but I am just exhausted, I’m hoping we can reschedule for next Friday. I don’t know why I should be so tired, considering I’ve been home all week … except for all the running to meet potential doula clients and go to job fairs and get groceries and drop a disc off at Buckley I forgot to leave there and waiting on hold with unemployment for literally four hours. Ugh. I just want one day to do nothing. Is that so much to ask?
But I probably won’t do nothing. I’ll probably pick up around the house, maybe vacuum, maybe mop, maybe scrub a few toilets. And I really need to take my giant zucchinis and make some zucchini bread. And I’d like to peel Elijah away from the TV long enough to go for a walk to the bank, and I have laundry to do, and dinner to plan, and …
How did this stuff ever get done when I was working? Actually, judging by the size of the laundry pile I’ve been working through, it didn’t. And we didn’t eat many home cooked meals, and we rarely ate before 7 pm, because that’s how long it took us to get home from work and get the kitchen cleaned enough to cook in and then make dinner. Ugh.
So, although I already knew all this, I feel that this week has allowed me to really appreciate this article I found today, Parenting … a Radical, Political Act. I thought you guys might enjoy this.