Occasionally, I clue into the fact that my life is very, very different than what I’d imagined it would be.
I didn’t finish college because I couldn’t really stick to a major and had no true ambition for what I would do with my life. All I really knew was that I wanted to get married, have babies, and stay home with them.
I think now, though, that the picture I’d conjured up in my mind of what that would look like, was based on a Pottery Barn Catalog. Lookin’ around here…reality and that picture do not match.
My snotty little secretary, know-it-all selfish self had no clue what she was getting herself into…and it’s a very “be careful what you wish for” scenario, that’s fo sho. I am now the personification of Middle Management. The CEO (Court) has his goals, his agenda, his day to day minutia to deal with…the employees (Ava & Chris) have their 9 to 5 (7:30a to 8:00p)…I run interference, try to please everyone, order & approve supplies, make sure everyone’s back from break. There’s really nothing that’s “not my job” anymore. Kharma’s a bitch. I think the only thing that’s different is that everyone loves me and couldn’t live without me, I am VERY important afterall…even if I feel like the janitor.
Whatever did I think staying at home would entail? I love it, truly I do. I can’t even imagine getting up and going off to work and spending the day away from my babies. But I generally get up before Court and start my day usually dealing with everyone’s poop. Poop is what starts my day. Saving Ava’s bum from poop and letting the dog out to poop. Poop is the reason I get up in the morning. Poop. Really.
Instead of WEBE 108 simpering in the background, there is Elmo and his singsongs and the many other theme songs and jingles of toddler life that get stuck in my head as I try in vain to keep my table free from crusty yogurt schmears, the counters somewhat clean and cleared off, wash crayon off the walls and pen from off my dining chairs, pick up stickers, repair books, dole out meals & snacks & drinks. I usually forget about the dog though, poor Kai.
Oops…guess I’ve been goofing off on the internet long enough…there’s unrest brewing.