My New Job

One of the reasons I chose to retire was because I wasn't doing my dream job. I loved my job and my boss was great, but if you asked me when I was young what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have told you any one of the following: FBI agent/private investigator (what, you can't see me sleuthing around, spying and chasing people all Criminal Minds style...Mmm wonder if I would have had someone like Shamar Moore as my partner?), teacher (preferable elementary), writer (there still may be hope), or - and here's a totally random one for ya, a marine biologist (I wanted to work with Shamu). I blame my mom for letting me run wild with my choices, she never brainwashed me into anything like she did my sister, who was always told she will be an attorney (bet you can't guess what she is?).

Somewhere around high school it all changed though. I just wanted to be a wife and a mommy. I didn't want to go to college, I didn't want to be a doctor and make a fortune (what was I thinking??) I just wanted a family. Maybe I realized that my mom is the best and that I wanted to be like her. No doubt she had a great role model to learn from. She is patient, kind and loving. Three very important qualities to have when raising a brat like me. From what I can remember, she pretty much just worked Saturdays at a salon so she could raise me, my sister and my brother. She was always there for us. Naturally, I wanted to be like her (except I didn't, and still don't possess the patience trait.)

Since we don't live in the era of getting married at 16 (thank god!), I had to do find some kind of a career, so I became a paralegal. Then I became a wife. Then I became a mommy. Somehow my dreams of staying home were pushed away with dreams of being able to provide my kids with everything. I wanted a nice new house and brand new cars and toys for my kids and be able to take them on nice vacations and in order to do all that the right way, we needed two incomes. 

Then one day I realized I wasn't happy. I was overwhelmed. Every morning I was rushing around with making breakfast and lunches,dropping kids off at daycare, school, and then getting to work. Picking everyone up, making dinner, driving to sports, cleaning. You know, all the stuff that you accomplished working parents are able to juggle and handle well.  Problem was, I couldn't do it. I'm just not cut out to be a career mom, nor did I ever want to be. 

Why am I rambling on and on about my decision to quit work you ask? Because I want to shock you when I say I'm going back to work.  This time though, it will be at my pace. I will make my own schedule. I will work when I want to work on the days I want, during the time times I want. I will be able to take my kids to school and help them with their homework (until it gets too hard for me). I will not miss soccer games. I will never be as patient as my mom, but I will still be able to always be here for them. 

As much as I love these adorable monsters

I need to get away from them for a couple hours a night. Otherwise, they will be visiting me at the insane asylum. 

Now, I realize I'm going to get some eye rolling, and some oy veys. You may tell me I've gone to the dark side. Or as Husband #2 (I'll save this explanation for another post) will tell you, I've joined the Nazis. Personally, I don't see the Nazi connection to becoming a Lia Sophia fashion advisor.  What a fancy title for someone selling pretty jewelry :) I should point out that Husband #1 (the important one, Assman) is TOTALLY behind me. He is encouraging me and helping me realize that this is something that I can do!

I'm sure ya'll (part of my country girl wanna be slang)  have been to an in home party. Some of you probably dread receiving those post cards in the mail - I know I have complained about them before. "Ugh, not another one." "I don't want to go." "I don't have any money." Truth is, I always go and I always end up having fun. Not only do I get to enjoy a night out with my girls, usually with yummy food and drinks, but I get to go shopping and buy myself a present. Who doesn't like presents? And what girl doesn't like jewelry?

                  

When you're all done rolling your eyes at me, give me a call or send me an email to book your Lia Sophia party. I'll tell you all about how you can get FREE jewelry.  See I'm already getting the language down and I haven't even started yet!

Until next time, wish me luck and follow your dreams while you live, love and laugh xoxo