I lived the first 20 years of my life as if I wasn't going to have kids. The thought of being a stay at home mom never, ever, not even once crossed my mind - as it was full of crime fighting, world traveling, and various other cool shit I would be busy doing. Clearly life happens, changes course. Sometimes the course veers right into a big, thick wall. The wall in my path is covered with crayon drawings and small, greasy handprints. Yes, I'm aware I built the wall but it's a wall nonetheless so save your emails, Anonymous.
Now I think about going back to work and quite honestly, I believe myself to be basically unemployable. I l o v e d being a parole officer. I mean every single one of those folks deserved my wrath so it was a win win for me. I don't think the Mr realized until I quit how much aggression he had been spared during my working years. Plus I got to carry a gun so that made me giddy. Now, though? The thought of something I absolutely have to do each day is less than appealing. I am under the impression that I'm sort of ruined in the employability sense. I don't think an interview panel would look favorably upon the fact that instead of supervising felons over the last 6 years I've been raising them.
I guess I've got a couple more years before Asher will be in school all day so I've got that long to find someone to pay me to read books or watch movies. I happen to think I'd be an excellent critic. Isn't being kind of an asshole a job requirement for critics? I could be the female Simon Cowell of the literary world.