March 12, 2010

My Full Time Non-Paying Job

Most mornings, Lil C wakes up and packs one of her bags with snacks and toys without me even asking. Then she puts it by the door and asks when we're going to the club. It's been an almost daily occurrence. Next week, when the new sports bar is finally finished, and I can stop going to the club to rip wallpaper down, sand walls, paint, stain, put frosting on windows, lay tile, caulk seams in the floor, lay laminate flooring and deal with any other craziness that happens, Lil C won't know what to do.

I will.

There will be sleeping and long hours spent outside. There will also be clean laundry in the house that will make it to drawers for a change. Perhaps I will go grocery shopping so we can stop ordering food or eating at the club almost every night. Perhaps I will attend karate classes for a change, actually do some exercising, call my best friend, socialize with my neighbors and plan for an opening cook-out to celebrate warmer weather on the way. Maybe I will wash my hair more often. Maybe I will swap my paint clothes for some of the new things bought when I decided I needed a little retail therapy from all the stress.

Perhaps I will grade some papers in a timely fashion for my paying job. Maybe I will try to converse about something other than the club. Maybe I will get some sleep and get rid of these dark circles.

And I know, I will disconnect for a bit, from email, the internet, the phone, and all the negativity, and just relax for a very nice change.