Between working and not working... I prefer "not."

[boyita]

 It's not that I don't like work.  As a matter of fact, I love all my jobs: Mother, Photographer, Store Clerk. 

It's that the more I work, the more I miss my kids' activities.  It's come to the point where they simply leave notes on my bed about what they have done... not even invitations, but reminders of what I've missed.

I thought I could gladly give up doing the laundry, and cooking every night.  Well, that was a happy dream, too.  The other night I walked in at seven to find three hungry faces waiting for me to make dinner.  Seven.  They like to eat at five, but nobody thought about making a sandwich until I got there.  On the plus side, almost all the Halloween candy is gone.

And why, if it's such a problem, am I working two jobs outside the home?  Well, DH has been out of work for fifteen months.  Not on purpose, mind you!  He's been diligently looking for work all this time. 

To make matters more interesting, what I really want to do is start my own photography business.  There's the little problem of "scheduling" appointments with prospective clients.  Seems like everyone has free time just when I'm working.  It's a nasty little loop that doesn't seem will ever end... but end it will: as soon as the holidays are over, I'll find myself with lots of time on my hands, because the studio, the store, and even prospective models will all be finished with me.  Nobody wants family portraits in January. 

But at least I'll get dinner on the table by five (-ish) again!