Friday, March 14, 2008

I Quit

After spending all morning fighting with little kid and listening to him whine and cry instead of take a nap while I attempted to match up 952 stray socks, I decided that working would be better than this.

Then I could surf the internet in peace, most likely. I could eat lunch without someone else demanding half. I would wipe my own butt and no one else's. I would listen to the radio in the car on the way there and back. I would shower and brush my teeth first thing in the morning.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want back in real estate, but maybe Pottery Barn pays enough to cover little kid's daycare? I don't have to actually make any money. The discount would be nice. Of course if I could make an extra $100-$200 so that I could also get the house cleaned once a month, that would be ideal.

Maybe Starbucks would have me? Making Frappucinos would have to be more fun than this.

Maybe next Work It Out Wednesday I'll check out the want ads.

Off to prepare myself for "career" day.

13 comments:

clemsongirlandthecoach said...

I'm jealous. You had 952 single socks and I have 84,000

that's just wrong.

clemsongirlandthecoach said...

Oh, and BTW. Can you IMAGINE you and I as a real estat team...they'd have to make a tv show.

Melodie said...

I have the same thoughts every now and then. But then the guilt of even considering putting my daughter in daycare gets to me and I know I have to wait a few more years before that is even an option. And by the time she is in elementary school, I won't need a job because I'll have the house to myself again during the day.

slacker mama said...

Can't help you on the job front, but here's my tip for the socks:

My 3 1/2 yo daughter LOVES to play the "Sock Matching Game" where Mommy dumps all the socks onto the coffee table and she finds the ones that match. She's even learned how to be a big girl and fold them all by herself.

Child labor...it's the best!

Jennifer said...

You don't know how many times I've dreamed of rejoining the workforce to escape these children.

Hang in there, he will be in kindergarten one day and then he's someone else's problem.

jenn said...

I would totally watch that show. You two crack me up.

Madden said...

Ashley, this isn't a comment about this post. Question, are *all* of the comments you get supportive? Or do you get some that are from creepy strangers who leave misinformed mean comments? I have a boring but meant for family and friends blog that some psycho left me a comment on. They really took some liberties. I do have moderation turned on and noticed you do too. Do you have to weed some out?

Southern Fried Girl said...

I vote in favor of the Ashley/Clemsongirl TV show. Y'all would be a hoot.

Southern Mom said...

When I've had a bad day I look at the job openings online because it seem like such a nice escape. However I never apply because I always remember a friend telling me that when a SAHM goes back to work you generally do everything you did before PLUS you work too! I think I'd be crazier than I already am!

Sandi said...

I'm getting ready to move into a new job so I've been off the last two weeks. I have a lot of respect for women who can stay home with their kiddos and actually maintain some resemblance of a life. My house is the dirtiest it's ever been and I think that my kids are looking forward to getting momma out of the house They keep asking when I'm going to leave. Should I be offended?!

Deb said...

But you'd actually have to get up EVERY morning and work. I kind of like the fact that I get up every morning and don't always work. In fact, I don't usually work. I just scramble for about 30 minutes before Hubby gets home and make it appear as if I worked all day.

Deb said...

Come to think of it, that's what I did at the office when I had a job. Hmmm... maybe you're right. Maybe a job IS better.

Anonymous said...

I feel the same way, I am going outa my mind in this house all day. Work sounds so good. A reason to shower everyday and a real lunch. The grass is always greener. And I'm green with envy.