No, that’s not my baby. I snagged the picture at www.themetapicture.com. I cannot stop laughing when I look at it and it sums up my emotions perfectly.
It’s been a little over a week since I’ve joined the ranks of the unemployed. (Thankfully my membership in the club is voluntary.)
It’s not your typical week, however, because of this little holiday you may have heard of – Christmas. I’ve been so busy with gift wrapping, gift unwrapping, gift struggling to get out of those stinking packages that have 20,000 twist ties and take a chainsaw to cut the plastic, gift playing and finally gift organizing and putting away. I’ve also been consumed with my guest room changeover. With all of this I haven’t had much time to reflect on how I feel about being unemployed.
However as I told Britt last night, I feel so much more relaxed in the evenings. There is no nagging in the back of my mind that I have to return to work in a few days. I still rise at 5 am every morning (and sometimes earlier thanks to that teething little cutie of mine). Pre December 20, I would go to work early. I would accomplish more in 2 hours than I would all day. But now, now this time is my time. Britt and Tatum are still sleeping. And Lando, although sometimes awake – let’s be real – at 5 months old, he doesn’t require a whole lot of attention. So, the house is tiptoe quiet. I can think. I can write. I can read my bible. I can create a to-do list. It’s magnificent.
I realize I’m in the honeymoon phase – I’m no dummy folks. I’m still reaping the rewards of a paycheck, so stress from finances hasn’t kicked in. Christmas hangover hasn’t hit me. And I’m not sick of my children yet. (Well not all of the time.)
But for now, I shall giggle with glee…
Have a blessed day.