I'd like to think that if I didn't have to work, I'd have more time to slow down, not spread myself so thin and avoid having so many Mommy melt down moments.
I like to imagine I'd have time to make brownies - from a box mix, let's not be completely irrational - time to take the boys to the library and more time to just play in the yard.
I'd have time to hem the curtains in my kitchen. (Cuz, see, when my dog ripped one jumping up to look out the window and I went to order a new one from JC Penny, I assumed I knew the length I had previously purchased. So I went ahead and ordered the 30" curtain, which hangs quite a bit shorter than the other that actually is 36". I like the shorter one better, and told myself I could just hem the longer one to match instead of returning the new one. That, however, was two years ago.)
I'd have time to plant some veggies and time to shop farmer's markets and time to start a compost bin. I'd be patient enough to shop second-hand stores and maybe even join a co-op. I'd make my own laundry soap and other cleaners using nothing but vinegar and water.
These days, however? When hubby's at work and I wake on a Saturday morning to find the dog had diarrhea all over the kitchen floor and that we're nearly out of paper towels? And for some God-forsaken reason after that I decide its a good idea to hit up rummage sales with two small boys and my MOTHER in tow? And then stop for lunch once we're well past nap time? And then fight with my boys when they come home overtired and then won't nap?
I'm glad for shortcuts.
Hey...whatever works.
