It's probably the Paxil

I'm still enjoying my time as a housewife. I know I should be a bit more worried about money and things, but frankly, I can't think of it right now. We are doing okay financially at the moment, We signed on for this Cinergy thing which is helping with the healthcare, and my house is slowly getting organized.

I mean today I woke up, took Charlie to school, started laundry, cleaned my leather couch, put away the dishes, went to the market, did more laundry, picked Charlie up from school, started dinner, made Rice Krispie Treats, did some more laundry, served dinner, cleaned up after dinner and did more laundry. And I was glad to do it. For me it totally beats having to sit in an office trying to do things I don't like doing.

I know I'm probably setting feminism back a bit. My friend, who is also mostly a stay-at-home mom, are joking about dressing up like it's the 50s, hats and all, and meeting somewhere for coffee. To paraphrase Dharma from Dharma and Greg, we'll save money by shopping in the 50s.

When I think of getting a job outside in the world, I feel physically ill. I really, really, really don't want another job I'm not good at. What I am going to do is learn about some training opportunities I can get through unemployment, and do that. Maybe something will come up that is right for me. Who knows.

Anyway...I've been reading posts, but haven't really had time to respond to all of them. Those of you who are having some difficulties and sadness, please know I'm thinking of you and sending good thoughts.

Oh, PS. I wrote a Discworld thingy. It's not great, but here it is for anyone interested: ( Death and the Patrician )

It's probably the Paxil

I'm still enjoying my time as a housewife. I know I should be a bit more worried about money and things, but frankly, I can't think of it right now. We are doing okay financially at the moment, We signed on for this Cinergy thing which is helping with the healthcare, and my house is slowly getting organized.

I mean today I woke up, took Charlie to school, started laundry, cleaned my leather couch, put away the dishes, went to the market, did more laundry, picked Charlie up from school, started dinner, made Rice Krispie Treats, did some more laundry, served dinner, cleaned up after dinner and did more laundry. And I was glad to do it. For me it totally beats having to sit in an office trying to do things I don't like doing.

I know I'm probably setting feminism back a bit. My friend, who is also mostly a stay-at-home mom, are joking about dressing up like it's the 50s, hats and all, and meeting somewhere for coffee. To paraphrase Dharma from Dharma and Greg, we'll save money by shopping in the 50s.

When I think of getting a job outside in the world, I feel physically ill. I really, really, really don't want another job I'm not good at. What I am going to do is learn about some training opportunities I can get through unemployment, and do that. Maybe something will come up that is right for me. Who knows.

Anyway...I've been reading posts, but haven't really had time to respond to all of them. Those of you who are having some difficulties and sadness, please know I'm thinking of you and sending good thoughts.

Oh, PS. I wrote a Discworld thingy. It's not great, but here it is for anyone interested: ( Death and the Patrician )