How ironic it is that during the last week of my unemployment I’ve started feeling really good about being at home? I have always appreciated the time I have with my son, and to do things that are hard to do when working, but this week I’ve really enjoyed doing some cleaning, getting some Christmas presents made, and just hanging out with the boy.
Okay, yesterday he wasn’t so enjoyable… but he’s three. It’s a given that some days will cause me to question my desire to procreate.
I think it’s just that I no longer have the scattered, frustrated feeling I had before that stemmed from being a little bit directionless. I couldn’t even bring myself to write much – even though I should have been taking total advantage of the time I had to do that. I guess I get things done more efficiently when I have a schedule of some kind. Or deadlines. Or something. Now that I have only a short time left at home, it’s somehow easier to be motivated.
So, I’m off to get some things done…