No one plans this sort of thing. I certainly didn't. My husband worked a full time job, and I was lonely, so I thought "hey, I should get a job so I don't have to sit around the house and mope while he's gone!" Plan gone awry. I'm now under the class of Workaholic. No, I don't carry a second job, one is quite enough for me. It keeps me away from home 50+ hours per week, my paychecks are the paltry sum earned by waitresses, the tips are phenomenal when we have a lot of customers, and I have no time for house or home anymore. That etsy shop I was planning on doing is now out the window. Turns out you need time to make things to sell. Now I would give about anything to have the time back. I still knit and sew in my off time. I have to do something to keep my hands busy or else I fidget which means I need to be doing something.
My house has gone to wreck and ruin in the few short months I've been preoccupied. I don't cook anymore and my dear, sweet, patient husband takes it all with a deep breath and a smile when I bring home leftovers from the cafe'...again. The worst part of it? I keep collecting projects. I've been working on a scarf, and just bought more yarn for a second scarf. I didn't finish sewing my kitchen apron, started working on another which I did finish, and I have material to do yet another. I want to make Christmas ornaments to sell at the cafe' and already have some of the fabric for them, it's driving me nuts! Before I know it I'll have a sewing room like my mothers which we always called the fabric store since she seemed to buy compulsively and never did much with her well accumulated projects. Needless to say, I don't want that happening to me.
If only I could achieve the seemingly impossible and collect time instead. Time with my husband. Time for cooking and making a home. Time to get my life back in order. I have done nothing worthwhile since I started working except save money and go on a honeymoon. I had a wonderful week with my husband. I was finally able to show him where I'm from. How I lived. The past I thought I would always leave behind, but I get to relive some of the best times in the best places and finally, with the best person.
Since we got back, I haven't made one meal that was edible that didn't come from a box unless its breakfast, and even that is pushing it sometimes. I haven't been able to wash a full sinkload of dishes in one go. I don't enjoy cooking when all I smell during the day is food. I haven't made bread in two months. I have gotten into the habit of making breakfast for my husband on Sunday morning, but that's all. And lets face it, bacon and eggs isn't that complicated.
Sooner or later I'll find the time again. I hope. Until then I'm still knitting and sewing upon occasion, and I try my best to take my day's at stride.
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