So. It’s Monday morning, 8:30 AM. I have no place to go, no obligations, nobody to answer to. (Well, I have lunch with a friend scheduled today. Thank GOD.) Call it maternity leave, but I am a freelance worker, so nobody is paying me to sit around in my pajamas and contemplate my free time. I am unemployed. I am a “homemaker.” A housewife. A VALLEY HOUSEWIFE – for sure. Soon I will be a “stay-at-home-mom.”
I planned this myself. It was my choice, my grand design. Stewart and I have been saving money ever since we found out I was pregnant, so if we need it to, our savings account will pay us the salary that I was making. So I’m not worried about money.
But listen. I went to school from the time I was five years old (possibly earlier) until I was 21, the goal being that I would take what I learned and fashion a career for myself. I have been gainfully employed since I was 16 years old (14 if you include my paper route). Up until last summer, I have always had a job – I overlapped gigs, like I did with my boyfriends. There has NEVER been NOTHING to do.
And of course I am exaggerating. There’s NOT nothing to do. I could put my list of tasks here on this blog, but it would only illustrate how type-A I can really be. Nobody needs to see that. I’m an unemployed producer – I need a project – and for now, priority number 1 is nourishing the little person growing inside me. I have been pretty lazy for the last few months – not exercising because of my back, eating poorly because of my voracious appetite and lack of time to prepare healthy foods. I have no excuse now. Project Baby gets my full attention.
Oh, and an update on the sleeping situation: I didn’t go to bed until 12:30AM last night and I thought I was doomed. But I drank some milk before I went to bed, and I put my earplugs in, and I slept until 6:30! That, my friends, is progress.