1. Being alone in the house all day with nobody to boss around....uh-NURTURE. I meant nurture.
2. Gives me some work experience, since I haven't worked for anyone that hasn't passed through my loins since before Sierra was born. Work experience for what, I don't know. I'm still lost when it comes to that whole "what I want to be when I grow up" thing.
3.Keeps me in check when it comes to projects around the house. At least, that's what I was hoping. So far it hasn't worked. But at least I won't be shopping all day, right? Most women love buying clothes, shoes and bags....no thanks. I'll take paint/trim/fabric/random tables off Craigslist that I don't need anyday of the week thankyouverymuch.
With this new role comes a new identity. Or, more precisely, a lack of identity. Nobody knows anything about me. Nothing except that I have a habit of busting into song and dance without warning. And I'm sure that they are wishing that they didn't know that. But that's it. I'm not the mom with a bunch of kids, or the piano lady from church, or the neighbor that is constantly struggling with the weeds in the front yard....I'm just me. And guess what?
It's a little unnerving.
For the first time it feels like I've been stripped of everything that defines me. Everything in my life that tells the story of who I am. Or who I thought I was. I didn't realize on how much I LET all these things define me. But I'm learning that all though these pieces play a big part, they certainly don't make a whole.
P.S If you wanna stop in and say hi, Fridays are the best....live music day. A guy and his guitar that gives my "acoustic station" on Pandora a run for it's money.