Gainfully Employed

So today I had this big post planned about how people who interview you for a job and tell you they'll call you either way and then never do even when you call them a week later and leave a message SUCK ASS.

Then I was going to start in about how Jerry's working overtime is coming to an end and I don't think all of our stuff is going to fit into my car, even though it has an amazing built in tent and stuff.

After that I was going to complain that all I want is to go get a grande soy sugar free cinnamon dolce latte once a week without feeling guilty. I'd even go Americano, they're cheaper.

But you know what happened then? The people who never called, did. They told me this position had the most interviews of any opening they'd had before. They said I had EXCELLENT references (which they sounded really surprised by, wtf?), and they offered me the job at the highest paying rate I've ever received in my life.

Then I lost control of my bladder.



I never thought I'd be this excited about having a job, but these past few months have been looong. I am not good at staying at home. Granted, I'd definitely enjoy it more if we were in a position to be a single income family, but we aren't. These kids just keep eating for some reason.

I simply am not made to be a SAHM. I'm barely mommy material, much less have the capacity for the sacrifice and patience I've seen in other SAHM's. I'm lazy, easily frustrated, and grouchy more often than not. I resent feeling solely responsible for the household stuff, even when it makes sense for me to do so.

I need some autonomy. I need to have a life, in some capacity, outside of this house in order to remain sane. Or as close to sane as I get anyway.

Which is funny, considering I just took a job in a psych ward.