There was a time in my life when I consistently held three jobs at the same time. Every hour of the day and every day of the week was filled with tasks and responsibilities that I carried out diligently without giving it a second thought. My efforts were recognized by my peers and supervisors and I felt proud to be a productive member of my community. I've worked all types of different jobs that one would think I posses a wealth of experiences to draw from and can agilely assimilate into a variety of professional positions. Come to find out that my eclectic resume amounts to a lot of naive expectations that someone sitting in a human resource department somewhere would find it interesting and expend the energy to reach out to learn more about me as an actual human being.
At present, my one full time job is being a stay at home mom. The idea of going back into a regular job is both unfortunate and tempting. Spending time with my boys, husband included, is a blessing I would not trade for anything. Any decent parent would, and should for that matter, feel the same. Then there're those days when I haven't left the house or spoken with anyone other than my husband and kids, and when I do speak it's often the same phrases like do you need to potty, or did you check the mail, or you can't eat that honey. When events like doing groceries or getting a phone call from someone other than my husband seem like welcomed novelties in my routine, well, it might be time to reassess my own life direction. These are the times when I feel it is most crucial to involve myself in something a little more intellectually stimulating. Again, I'm sure most parents go through the same feelings and that mine is not an usual situation.
If you've watched the show Working Moms, then you may have glimpsed the comedic reality that is trying to create any sense of professionalism while lactating. Truth be told, I couldn't get past the first three episodes because I realized I don't relate to the characters at all. Perhaps somewhere an independent, well-meaning mother, who is also a successful account manager at some reputable firm, and who has figured out the perfect work-life balance can relate. Well that's not me it seems. I can't figure out how other people have time to even go to work. For that matter, I'm not sure how people have time to watch TV. Here I am, so preoccupied with trying to make sure all the chores are completed and everyone has a nutritiously dense meal, three times a day, that I will actually forget to go to the bathroom sometimes. My husband says he doesn't understand why I make it so hard on myself.
Okay. Rant over. Back to business.
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