It's 8:45 in the morning and I'm drinking my third (I think it's my third) cup of coffee. Monster is getting creative with crayons. Well he was, now he is sitting on the table naked from the waist down and drinking some old water from a cup. Bean is watching Voltron for his TV time though I really pushed for He-Man. Life is good.
I rearranged the house, yet again. I think I rearrange it every six months at least. All the toys are upstairs now. Hallelujah! So far it has worked out alright. We go upstairs to get what we want to play with and return it when we are done. I just love not having toys in every room of the house.
Ok, so I have a confession. Not an earth shattering confession. Not a juicy gossipy confession either. Since I was about 17-18 years old, I really just wanted to be a stay-at-home/wife. I didn't really want to go to school, become something important, "make something of my life". I just wanted to take care of a family. This goes against what I was taught growing up. I was taught that you go to college, have a career, get married, make babies, return to work. I guess I was always interested in doing things different as I got knocked up before I even finished the college thing...
People being naturally curious always ask what I do for a living and after I tell them I'm "just a mama" 9 out of 10 times there is an awkward pause while they are thinking of something to say. Why does it seem so outrageous that I want to be home with my kid? You should see their faces when I tell them we are going to homeschool and move to the country :0 Maybe I should just start telling people I am the vice president of a very important not-for-profit organization. That is basically the truth right?
