When there is no one or no thing making demands on your time, you come to learn some stuff about yourself.
Some of this stuff is revelatory. Some ain’t so pretty.
For one, I’ve learned that I am quite happy to relinquish my financial responsibility. This is significant because, for the past few years, I’ve made all the money. I paid all the bills. For a while, I gave my husband an allowance because, god love him, he seemed to have little concept of how every time he used his debit card, actual cash money left our account. But he was in college full time and I was willing to suffer the daily grind for the greater good.
Well, I was willing to suffer right up until the moment when my will shattered like a plate glass window and I backed out of my job waiving a jagged shard in front of me, daring anyone to make me stay. I was so happy I quit that I didn’t even care where we would find the money to live. I let it go. Gave it up to the universe and giggled like an idiot while suckling from the spout on my last box of wine.
As life plans go, it wasn’t the most well thought out, but someone up there must have been smiling down on my drunken, manic self. A week after I quit, my husband got a job. A good job with benefits in the field that he was going to school for. He is now the bread-winner and I am the one staying at home, getting the allowance. Suits me just fine. Just don’t call me a house wife. I will cut you.
I’ve also learned that, if left to my own devices, I prefer to stay awake until about three in the morning and sleep until noonish. I’ve never been a morning person, so now I choose to just by-pass morning all together. This arrangement has also reaffirmed my belief that cereal is a perfectly acceptable meal at any hour of the day or night.
So, I’m an irresponsible slacker who stays up until all hours and makes questionable nutritional choices.
Yes, dear readers, I am a teenager.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a box of frosted mini-wheats in the cupboard calling my name.
My life has allowed me to keep believing that things have a way of working out for the best. So glad things are working out for you and Mr. FixItorDeal. I’m also guessing that midnight to 3 a.m. is a good time for you to write. If it weren’t for that whole “careful what you wish for” thing, I’d envy you!
Don’t envy me! You’re the one with the book deal!
You can buy more boxes of wine now!
Or, more accurately, I can actually afford the boxes of wine that I’ve continued to buy.
I’m so happy for you! Being an individual that recently left her overburdened job of five years, it’s nice to be able to breathe again. And not have stress acne in my 30s. I have no doubt that greater opportunities will present themselves. And I can’t wait until I see your name somewhere and I can say “I KNOW HER!”
Oh, god. The stress acne! I am just now clearing all that up. I am so glad that you were able to change your situation as well. A paycheck is nice, but it isn’t worth the toll it takes on your sanity.
I promise to never forget all my blog buddies if I hit the “big time!”
Congrats to your husband!
Please tell me they’re the flavored frosted miniwheats.
Also, I’ve heard teenagers like Pop-Tarts. So you may want to check those out. Just sayin’.
They were miniwheats with raspberry filling. Very tasty.
And I do love me some pop tarts.
Thank you!
Just don’t get started with day-time television, and you’ll be fine.
No worries there. We don’t have television anymore. Just Netflix and Hulu and I’m pretty good at turning both of them off. Now browsing the Internet is another story . . .
. . .or Bravo.
I bet the wine and cereal tastes even better, now that you know the money is coming in to cover the cost. I find my Phish Food leaves an after taste when our funds are running low. *sigh* Long live the teenager years!
We hadn’t had to choose between wine and dog food yet, so that’s something. It is easier to enjoy our vices when we know we aren’t dipping into our savings to pay for them!
Hah. I read ‘vices’ as ‘voices’. For the record, it is easier to enjoy the voices when I know I do not have to dip into the savings to pay for them.
My voices are happiest when I drink.
Congrats to your husband, and congrats to you. I’m so happy it all worked out! You know it’s a bad workplace when people are willing to quit without having another gig lined up, although management never seems to get it.
Thank you!
It wasn’t just the workplace (although it did have it’s issues) but it was also the job itself. I did the exact same thing every day. That wears on a person.
Great news about your hubby’s job! Just take it easy on the withdrawal from life attitude. After a couple of months of that you might start to look like a candidate for a reality show.
Not the kind where they pay you, with your fake boobs and lips, to pretend to fight and pull the extensions off the heads of other, identical women. I mean the kind where they bring in experts to earnestly talk to you about your excessive build-up of cats, beanie babies or body hair.
Ha! I’m more likely to be on that show Intervention. Either for my addiction to red wine or the Internet. Or both!
Congratulations to you both on your new adventures.
Thank you! We are both very excited.
me too this is how would behave
only dont have guts to quit my job
heh
I didn’t have the guts either. The situation was kinda forced on me. But it’s amazing what can happen if you just make that leap.
Clean my room. Mother was so adamant about making my bed. I have not made my bed since 18 years old now. That’s 45 years of rebellious freedom.
You rebel, you.
You say “Frosted Mini Wheats” as if they’re a bad thing. Hello? Wheat — staple of life?
When I was laid-off, I still went to bed at 10 and got up at 6. Though sometimes I slept in until 6:30 because I’m crazy like that.
Frosted Mini Wheats are definitely not a bad thing. I’ve practically lived off of them for the past week!
I’ve always loathed mornings. I need to start looking for a job on the second or third shift. That would suit me just fine.
Welcome to the late night owl club. It’s the bomb and I mean that in a non-deforming “boom” kind of way. I’m glad you didn’t sink into too big of a funk after giving the man the what for . Now you can put on your PJ-inspired swimsuit on and just bask in the gloriousness of the unemployed. Something tells me it won’t last long.
The “funk” hasn’t it me yet. It might hit when I start looking for a new job and can’t find anything. Although I was told the other day that technically I’m not unemployed, I’m just an author who hasn’t gotten paid yet.
It sounds to me like a cork was pulled and you kind of exploded out! Pressure can build up over time and we don’t even realize it, then when all that pressure is released, it feels just heavenly. I’m glad your husband landed a job just at the right time. Enjoy your freedom for a while; I imagine Blogdramedy is right and it won’t last too very long. And then you’ll be sorry, haha
Also, if left to my very own devices, I would be just about on your schedule. 3am sounds just about right, maybe 3:30. Some of us are just geared that way. I am definitely more active and alert when I’m on a night schedule. Or, oddly enough, a super early schedule, like up at 4 or 5am and bed by 8pm or so.
Your pressure analogy is absolutely accurate. That’s exactly what happened. And I am enjoying my freedom and my unconventional sleep schedule for now. I also seem to think better and get more done at night.