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No time to blog, because people: this woman right here, this 47 year-old mother of a 19 year old (and 16, 14, & 11 year old) is officially back to work. It’s been almost 6 months, honeymoon over, yet I’m still loving it.
After a decade plus at home mom-ing, and 4 years of piece-meal, odd-jobbing it, this return-to-work mom can officially announce, I have returned.
Since the June plunger incident, I’ve been hustling 20, 30, 45 hours a week on mom-time, because I am being paid to do so and really, really like what I’m doing. Which is a lot of making it up as I go, but boss lady likes what I’m pretending to know. Add another 5-10 hours for odd jobs and you’ve got one exhausted mama. Tired. And happy. I feel kinda, somewhat, a little bit important and, um, valued and appreciated and … okay, enough already with the touchy-feely hallmark card socks-and-sandals shit!
But I miss this.
The ranting about the made-for-tv reality of suburbia.
The general innate absurdity of teenagers.
The insane parent obsession with kids kicking, throwing and/or catching some sort of ball.
And how my rather-attractive-husband still makes my heart all a’flutter, despite my wanting to hold a pillow over his head 49% of the time because – for Chrissake – he breathes so friggin’ loudly.
I’ve waited 47 years to become popular, and apparently, this is it. Been getting emails from readers asking what’s up. Twitter too. A few townies say they miss me! A college friend from a million miles away told me she prints out my blog for the teacher’s lounge! And damnit, Randall offered to narrate our family reunion!
That’s that. I’m getting back on the horse and riding it as long as I can.
Alas, this blog pays nothing, except notoriety in town, and a few rare writing gigs for agencies that ‘like my voice.’ But I’m going to keep at it, and pledge to “schedule blogging,” just like those How-To-Please-Your-Man magazines tell you to schedule sex.
Fingers crossed it goes better than that!
So I meant to post this earlier but my Android has been dropped, kicked and licked too many times by teeny tiny tot hands to work properly.
Anyhoo . . .
Yay! and Yay! and bloody-quadruple YAY!
I’m so happy for you. You’re still working from home, right?
Now you must tell me how you’re going to schedule ANYTHING.
I haven’t blogged in almost 3 weeks I think. I was busy building the basic structure of my home business (ya’ know, like an actual biz name) and writing pitches to propose to potential local clients. and now I’m blogging for that new client and trying to promote that post, and oh gosh thank you for the visit and the comment and everything! not to mention, remember, I’ve got tots to go with those teens. OMG, Kate, I’m losing my mind.
You are amazing and an inspiration. I can honestly say you are one of the people who inspired me to work from home. And I’m loving it. THough I barely sleep and I’m a bit looney.
I can’t wait to see how you manage it all. no pressure. not one of us is super human and at least one of us needs to sleep. LOL
We miss you!!!!
I feel you, I was trapped in a stupid statistics class for the last six weeks, frick, my head as exploding. Glad you’re back at it.
There are not enough mom blogger of teenagers–it must be that full-time job thing that gets in our way and that obsession with paying for college. I am glad to see you back.
LazyMom (how I hate typing that!)
Mrs. Tuna:
sigh. u r so good to me.