I am officially unemployed. That sounds scary. As soon as we found out I was pregnant, the Sarge and I both agreed we wanted me to stay at home with the baby for at least a couple of years. Daycare scares the living daylights out of me not to mention I am completely anal about how I want this baby to be raised. So we started living off of just his paycheck to see if it was feasible and thankfully, it seems to be working. My due date isn’t until the end of August so I should have plenty of time to get everything ready just the way I want it. And that’s a good thing, because at the moment, we have 2 boxes of wipes and a pack of newborn diapers. Not exactly what I would call a baby-friendly home.
Intentionally quitting my job without another one in sight was definitely scary but not as scary as I had initially thought. I woke up this morning and realized there was nothing I absolutely HAD to do. Such a strange feeling. I was a little lost and bored at first, but I’m pretty confident I’ll be able to keep myself busy. I started making a list of all the things I want to do and it ranged from big projects like organizing the attic all the way down to cleaning my keyboard. It’s kind of scary how much that last item resembles items on my mom’s to-do list. At least I’m aware, right? 🙂
So for the next few weeks, I’ll be cleaning and organizing my heart out. I also have some recording projects and a couple performances which I’m really excited about. And I plan to start designing my own line of textile patterns in the hopes that I’ll eventually have enough to make some money off of it. So while I don’t technically report to “work” anymore, I feel like I’ll stay plenty busy until the real job of mom begins.