blissfully domesticated

I want to support us so you can be home with our children. Quite possibly the most romantic thing that has ever been said to me.

I have worked at the same place for nearly 10 years. My eldest child was just over 1 year old when I started there and through the next three pregnancies and babies I remained there. I am nervously excited to announce that I am no longer employed there. (insert applause track)

After dealing with some health issues and school difficulties that one of my girls has had this year working just felt like more ummmm....work than it should be. I was relieved when my husband said he got a full time job and he did not think it was going to work for me to also be employed full time. I was then unceremoniously let go from my position after letting a co worker know that I intended to request a leave of abscence to work out the details of how we could make our new arrangement work. I will admit that it was a bit of a surprise.

I did not get too upset over it because my being home has always been the desired arrangement anyway. I am great at doting on the kids and even like to wait on my husband. I get a great thrill out of hanging the wash on the line and cooking. I like laying out all the clothes he will need for work and fixing him breakfast. Perhaps it is some sort of mental disorder but I actually am at my happiest just being home. I never feel that same sense of accomplishment working outside of the house. I am as Sam teasingly calls me "domesticated".

Just to hear myself talk

I have never thought of myself as the sort that blogs. I am more of the old school talks aloud to self in car. The kids like to occasionally ask who I am talking to but have adjusted to the fact that I am not really conversing just thinking out loud. Anyway this seem to me to be the modern, technological way of airing my own thoughts so here we go.......