Unemployed

Picture of the Day:

Being a SAHM, who is actively searching for a full-time job, is a lot like fishing off of a pier with the editor of "Rod & Reel". And just like fishing off of a pier (*ahem* because what SAHM family can afford a boat) with an expert, someone is going to eventually get the catch! My catch (let's call it "22" in fact) as a SAHM, is that I can't go to work without Madison first being in school, and I can't put Madison in school without a paycheck. Of course, having a resume' that lists my last date of employment in the same year Britney Spears was topping the charts, doesn't help. As for my "Catch of the Day"...we'll just call it a flounder.

I thought it would be easier to return to the field of Interior Design. After all, I've kept up with trends by flipping through monthlies at my local Super Bookstore (while savoring my sugar-free vanilla soy latte). I've harshly critique Kenneth Brown, Candice Olson and some other of my HGTV favorites, from the comfort of our gargantuan "monster sofa"; and I've updated and visited all of my Mozilla Firefox design bookmarks.. And yet, here I sit perusing the "Professional" section of the local beat. (I'm really not quite sure why they call it the "Professional" section. It's not like the other Employment Ad area is the "Unprofessional" section.)

And sure...I've looked into other fields. After all, wasn't I just in the childcare field a couple of months ago? Yeah, well...if you call it that. Madison and I ended up so sick, so often, that we spent more money on Doctor co-pays than I brought in. I've also looked into photography (realized I would have to spend an atrocious amount on equipment), writing (got an article published in an up-and-coming magazine...for free) and "other avenues"; which I'm still pursuing. Visit Indelible Inkings to find out what the heck I'm jibber-jabbering about. Yes, I've looked into other opportunities. I'm not saying I'm loaded my handy-dandy Purell bottle and signed on with Mike Rowe or anything.

Of course, now I've got my broken "na-noo na-noo toe" (you know, the Mork hand sign) and our final hoo-RAH at baby-making a sibling for Madison ('cause I'm not getting any younger you know)... Oh, and if you think that last one's an excuse, you weren't wearing my shoes for 6-1/2 months and "heaving and hoeing" at, well..everything. Note: hoeing NOT as in the garden with a weed wacker and shovel. If you've been pregnant, you know what I mean.

The school is supposed to call at the end of this week. You know, for Madison's Speech and Language Assessment. Hopefully the second time around will be a charm. Perhaps resulting in a couple of days where Madison would need to attend the local elementary school for a pre-K academic program to assist her "P's" and "Q's". (No really...the actual P's & Q's; not the ones eulogized by Emily Post.)

Madison in school? Ahhhh...the worm to catch the big one! *donning the fishing vest and hat...complete with hooks, flies and all*