These were written during the 17 days I was between jobs. I am only able to post it now because I just remembered I had this the other night. I will be posting one entry per day :)
Day 1… Zero hour… been looking forward to this day for weeks since I arrived at my decision to quit my job as a Software Development slash Business Analyst (I don’t even know what I do or what they’re calling me anymore) for a leading telecom company’s IT department.
I had a lot of things planned for this day: ironing (which I’ve put off the last couple of weeks); general cleaning of the house specifically the 2 upstairs bedrooms (see Figure 1); shopping, since it’s been a while since I last gave serious thought to my wardrobe (I have this spur-of-the-moment-purchases-wardrobe going on); and my new hobby: jewelry-making!
But hey… as I said, first day. I can start living the Tao/Confucian/Zen or whatever principle it is that states take your time. Don’t really care. No rush.
Ten AM and I find myself watching the Disney channel on TV. This… is… the LIFE! At least until this part of me that annoys me to no end kicked in.
One of my former officemates told me I had a problem with relaxing after I told her that sitting at home on weekends stresses me out because I keep thinking of all the things I had to do while watching my wall clock ticking away the seconds… which turns to minutes… which turns to hours… which… aarrgh!! I always start feeling like I’m running out of time to do the things I HAVE to do just as I’m doing the stuff I WANT to do.
Well ok, so that part kicked in. I was sitting there, watching TV peacefully when I started to feel stressed over all the things I had to do. Knowing I have plenty of time to do it made no difference. I felt I had to do something and I had to do it NOW.
I need to work on this concept, relaxation.
I started cleaning
I was done by 3PM. I had cereal for lunch since cooking has not been one of my strongest points (ok fine, cooking has never been my point), and I was too tired to go out to eat or get something to eat. I lived alone for a few years before getting married, I survived on this diet I formulated which revolved around anything ready-to-eat and doesn’t need preparation,
though seeing my groceries used to depress my mom every time she visits me.
I was tired but I was able to relax better in my now-clean house, in spite of
And so Day 1 of The Housewife Chronicles ended at 5PM with me going out to meet my friend, Cecille. Being a full-time housewife, I imagine, will be tiring and boring, and so I decided to make it an 8-5 thing only.
**END OF DAY 1**
Guys, bear with me. Day 1 is the longest entry in this series J