I hate getting up to go to work. I want to stay home. Most times just to loll around in my bed. I know that is not what would happen because my baby doesn’t take well to sleeping in and since his sleeping arrangements are currently residing in my bedroom, I certainly know that lying in my bed is an unrealistic wish. However, I still wish that I didn’t *have* to get up to go to work.
It would be lovely to stay home and ramble around my house and work erratically when work comes in but honestly, I’m not sure how that would work out daytime wise. The baby isn’t keen on having any attention not on him and when I set him up with me, he wants to push all the buttons as if he is working on the computer. I see this is a work in progress. For a brief stint, I was home freelancing after being laid off when my oldest was younger and there was a constant litany of “mom” yelled at me. Thankfully, the baby doesn’t talk yet. I can deal with the shirt tugs better than the cacophony of a little voice.
The goal eventually is to have enough work to stay home and do it and quit my job. I do love my job. I just love my kids and home more. The orders are rolling in more and I’m starting to get a momentum that I’m hoping by my next child I can stay home. I know my hubs wants to do the same and we’ve realized, we are not corporate people. We knew this at the time we started making soap. Now I’m hoping with all of our combine streams of income, we’ll be able to accomplish what many people hope to.
I can feel the dawn breaking of new opportunity. A tiny sliver of light is peeking on the horizon.