I know.  That is a ridiculous picture.  Hopefully it is at least good for a laugh. 🙂

It’s time once again for my weekly installment of “things my kids should know about me.”  This time the question is, “What is your dream job?  And why?”

My Dream Job

Y’know, there are days when I think, “I should just put the kids in school and go get a ‘real job’.”  Y’all are driving me crazy – most likely fighting with each other, acting like you hate each other’s guts.  You probably haven’t done anything I’ve told you to do all day, without having to be told – and disciplined – multiple times.  You probably got up too early (and made a racket despite having been told to keep quiet) and stayed up way too late (despite having been sent to bed on time).  On those days, I mean.

But, truth be told, I can’t really think of a different job I’d rather have.  Now, I’d like for my at-home “job” jobs to be more successful.  I’d like for my books to make more money, for instance.  It’d be nice to be able to pay someone to do some of the more tedious parts of my job.  (Anyone would rather do a tedious job for pay than for nothing, right?)  Or the ones that are stressful because they’re me, but less overwhelming when you’re doing them for someone else.  Like creating a nutritious menu that will fit in our budget, sufficiently feed everyone, and account for everything I can’t eat.  I would find that so much easier to do for someone else than for myself.

I’d like to go back to school for holistic nutrition & natural health, and take some official personal style consultant training, so I can expand my writing/teaching in those areas.

But this really all comes back to wishing I could do what I already do, better, with more return on my investment, so that I could reduce the tedium of homemaking (by paying someone else to do a few things), but not give it up altogether.

I like to be here with you, but I don’t especially like to scrub toilets.  I honestly don’t like to cook – especially not when I have to cook every day to make sure we’re fed well.  Or at least sort of well.  But I enjoy being able to cook, when I’m not on the clock again (or, rather, still) because we have to eat again.

So, yeah.  Even in my dreams, I’d mostly be doing more of the same.  But I’d like for it to be a bit more of what I choose and a bit less of what falls on me because  “who else is gonna do it?”