I am hoping that this feeling does not last long but in the past few months I have learned something about myself… I could never be a stay at home wife. I’ve only been married for just under a month but with the long stretches of medical leave due to surgeries this year I have to admit that being stuck at home has all but bored me to death. Initially it was fun not having to be at work and chilling on the couch all day, but I think that was because I knew I eventually had a job to go back to. Now with the move and having absolutely no sense of certainty when this will end its a different story. There’s only so many hours of Netflix, Hulu, etc that a girl can take… eventually my brain is like “enough already, I need some social interaction”. The same goes for playing video games although at least with some of those I can play online with other people.
The highlight of my week is when my husband is off from work. We can be in two separate rooms doing our own thing but just knowing he’s in the house with me can make such a difference. It beats being at home by my lonesome the majority of the week. I have a feeling if we were both home all the time I’d feel differently, but last I checked we haven’t won the lottery so I won’t be able to test that theory.
However, it does make me wonder how I’d be if I were one of those filthy rich folks that could actually afford to not work and stay at home all day. I’m honestly not sure that I could do it. I think the only time I’ll actually be okay with staying home is when we have children. I have a feeling that having kids running around would keep me PLENTY busy and anything but bored. We aren’t exactly rushing into becoming parents though and until that time… being at home 24/7 without a job is not for me. I’m sure that it would be different if I actually worked from home because I would have designated tasks to perform and help the time pass… but sitting at home with nothing to do? yeah, not for me.
Now that I’ve been physically cleared to more or less go back to normal life post surgery… I feel myself becoming more anxious about getting out of this house. Its almost as if somehow my body knows that if I’d still been in Texas I would have been returning to work this week. I have to admit I’m really going to miss that job, as stressful as it could be at times it was something I had become very attached to. I made lots of friends and acquaintances within that company and gained so much experience. Yet now I’m back to square one wondering what’s next and applying to anything that I seem remotely qualified for. Here’s hoping I’ll actually catch a recruiters’ attention this week… and maybe I can actually win the lottery too? 😉