Mom's Home

Being unemployed is a full-time job, but is very rewarding.

When I was working full-time, I would drag myself out of bed at 6:30 and bust ass to be at my desk just blocks from home just in time to be late.

I loved my job, too. It wasn’t like I had a dread of going, it just took forever to get ready every morning because I had to dress myself and that’s simply not in my skill set. I had a walk-in closet then too nearly as big as my bedroom now so it wasn’t that I didn’t have anything to wear, I just rarely felt like wearing anything I had.

Bother.

I still get up at 6:30 but, being unemployed, I am already at my place of work and can do so in pj’s until showertime, usually around noon. I am dead busy and I get a lot done each day.

(I am unemployed but I am no slacker.)

Financial insecurity has always been one of my triggers and I would have though my damaged PTSD teens would have the same reaction I do to the loss of income. I thought wrong.

They are thriving.

I have never seen them this happy before, ever.

Could be because I am not depressed. I am daily engaged in fruitful, meaningful—endeavor not as a subordinate in a spouse’s life to advance his career but, instead, doing my own thang.

The kids are functioning on all levels as if…healed? In school and making friends and plans and simply okeydokeyartichoky.

I have to remember that one of their primary issues (and therefore triggers) may be about losing me.

I’m right here. They are in the next room, eating food they made for themselves (I cooked last night) and laughing about the dog and ‘The Office’ on TV. Just like happy, well adjusted kids. Go figure.

Once again, my buggered value system may have missed the point by a mile.

I may have to change my designator from “unemployed” to “retired.”#

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