However, I like to think of it as "retirement."
It's sorta a long story that started about 2 months ago, but here's what it boils down to:
Starting July 15th, you will see me doing a lot of neglected projects around my house. You will see me and Jax in the library, and swim lessons, and Bible Study. We will be at the lake, and the beach, and Target. We will be having picnics at the park and play dates with friends.
I am so excited yet terrified of my new venture of staying at home everyday. However, I doubt we do a whole lot of staying at home.
An opportunity presented itself, and our family jumped in with both feet.
To get the party started here, I'm already training Jax about how he has to help out around the house. If I'm gonna sit around in my new yoga pants that I literally bought yesterday and watch old episodes of Grey's Anatomy, I need him to help around the house. (that's what H keeping joking that I will be doing. So, to run with his jokes, I bought yoga pants yesterday).
Jax brings great organization skills to the table. In order to properly organize, one must start with an empty cabinet.
Obviously he hates his chore of vacuuming. Obviously.
Next chores for him to learn before I can truly bask in my new journey of being a stay-at-home mom: making the bed, assembling his own pb&j, and cleaning the tubs.
On a serious note: I'm so excited that I literally cry about this. I cried last night while Jax was sitting in my lap watching Curious George and sipping on his milk. I cried this morning while we had our quiet time of me sipping my coffee while he was sipping his milk. As a mother, we all have items that tug at our heart strings. This was my "issue." This is what gave me heartburn at night. I have 5 years with him before he is on the school schedule. I want to make the most of our 5 years. There has been one time since Jax has been born where I actually looked forward to returning to daily grind of work.
That moment was when all 3 of us had the flu.
I wanted to return to work because I knew at that point, it would mean that I no longer had the flu.
Just like any job, there will be hard days. There will be days where I feel defeated and there will be days that I need the 'Mommy Crown and sash' passed on over for me to wear. Whatever my day ends up as, I'm just thankful it includes my family.
While I'm giving up my paycheck, I'm also giving up a lot of my Target runs during lunch, our half-freezer burnt meals, my budget for suits at Ann Taylor and the anxiety that I have on the weekend to pack everything I need to do into 2 days.
In the profound words of Madea: Hallelujer!
So....who's ready for a playdate?!?