Semi-employed life
Please enjoy some Third Eye Blind / somewhat post title inspiration.
Apparently, this song is about meth addiction? I missed that when I was 9. Then again, I also missed that “Hotel California” was about drug addiction. I asked Mac. Of course, he knew it was about meth addiction. Clearly, I’m not as wise in the ways of the world as he is.
These days, I spend my time as a domestic goddess who doesn’t do any chores. The transition from working 40+ hours a week (let’s assume that I actually worked 7-4 like I was supposed to) to working once or twice a week has been rough for me. When I was working full time, the house was generally clean, laundry and dishes done, and dinner made. Hell, I managed to lose 30 pounds and work out five or six days a week. Now I struggle to get out of my pajamas before noon. I lack the ambition to clean the bathroom, or dust, or generally do anything that doesn’t involve Pinterest or the Food Network. For those of y’all who work full time, switching to a non-full time job isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I’m bored. My $80,000 education costs me more each month in loan payments than I have been making.
I found a great article on The Levo League and think it’s relevant even if you’re willingly not employed full time (like stay at home moms or fellow Army wives).
1. Make a daily schedule. Stick to it. AKA don’t lounge in bed in your flannel squirrel jammies until noon. Eat breakfast before the west coast gets to work. Maybe squeeze in a workout.
2. Plan out your day. I’ve seen a bunch of lovely cleaning charts. I need to make one and hang it up to motivate myself to keep the house clean. Better to spend 30 minutes a day than hours all at once.
3. Make a weekly goal list. I’m keeping my goals low-key: empty the dishwasher. Clean something. Don’t watch so much TV.
4. Maintain a positive attitude. I need to work on this. Some days, I get really bored. I also get frustrated and lonely when Mac doesn’t come home til 8 pm. I know it’s not his fault, and I make an effort to not bring it up (because he surely doesn’t want to be there that late).
For those of you who transitioned from a job to being at home, how did y’all handle it?
