Mr. Syndromes just posted about wanting to reinvent his life. So, I thought I'd talk about what I'm doing to sorta reinvent mine at the mo. It's not like I can just up and quit my job without repercussions, so it takes time to sort it all out, but the process is going on. We are focusing on baby making. And we are focusing on Karin not having to work unless she wants to. Which means, Mike having to work enough to support us AND find a way to insure all of us (including future baby(ies). Mike has found that handymen are in high demand, something which he likes doing and which he is good at. So at this time, he is building up a business doing that. Now, this is not to say that I'm not going to contribute financially in some way. I will be able to substitute and tutor and bring in some money that way, while being a mama if I'm lucky enough to get preggers. Everyone tells me that I will not be able to be stay at home mommy forever, because I will get bored, so I will begin looking at new career ideas. In fact, that process has already begun. All I know is, I want a job that I love, that I look forward to every day, that makes me happy, and that pays slightly better than what I do now. I don't have to get rich, but teaching at times feels like slave labor. I have been blessed this year to have an awesome class, something that is a lucky break for someone suffering burnout. So the management is much easier and I can focus on the teaching. What a change! Anyway, enough rambling. My point was, that sometimes we need to redefine our lives, and when married, we have to do it as a team. I'm having an easier year in some ways because after I sat down and cried all over Mike about not wanting to teach anymore, he didn't freak out. He said, okay. This is your last year of teaching. Now we have to make a plan. Just in case I haven't said it lately - I really love that man.
Do you know what he did the other night? Friday night, I had a sore throat. It was hurting very much and we were already in bed. So, he gets out of bed in the middle of the night, gets dressed and drives around looking for an open store until he finds me some throat lozenges. Did not complain, does not remind me of it over and over again. And what did I say? Thank you for loving me. He does. He puts up with a lot, and I appreciate that. (So do I, but that is beside the point at the moment.)
Anyway, I have rambled enough and I need to finish my breakfast and get my still sick self to work. Thanks for reading.