I recently (about a week ago) switched from being a medical transcriptionist working from home to being a full-fledged housewife because doing medical transcription sucks. It’s boring. Mind-numbingly boring. Not to mention that even the doctors who claim to have English as their first language don’t speak proper English. I did it for 12 years. I have a husband and two kids to take care of and I was turning into a hermit because I never saw anyone but my husband and my kids unless they came to see me because I never had time to leave my freakin’ house and I had almost lost the ability to have a conversation without typing.
I decided a couple of weeks ago, with the help and support of my wonderful husband, that I just wasn’t going to do it anymore. We have a good family thing going on here, and it would be nice for our boys to have a parent around the house who didn’t have to hollar at them every time they made a noise because she had to listen to some stupid asshole with the letters “MD” at the end of his or her name because he or she couldn’t figure out which end of the goddamn phone receiver to talk into!
My last official day of work as a “home executive” or whatever the hell you want to call it was last Sunday. The night before last, after giving myself a week of summer vacation, I decided it was time to find that thing that used to motivate me to work 10 hours a day sometimes 7 days a week. What’s that called again? Oh, yeah…self-discipline.
Yesterday I was golden…up at 6:30, rode bikes to work with hubby (his work, not mine…I don’t have work anymore), exercised when I got home, showered, made myself presentable, went to the grocery store, came home and scoured the entire kitchen. You could eat off the floor in there, off the walls, even gasp the kitchen table, which up until yesterday at 10:00 am-ish was always covered in piles of junk mail. I made a lovely dinner that we all got to enjoy together as a family at our kitchen table (even lit candles!).
So, today…not so good. I did get up at 6:30 but thanks to a freak hail storm last night, W (aka “hubby” from previous paragraph shiver who from here on out shall be referred to as W because the word “hubby” gives me seizures) had to leave his bike at work and catch a ride from a coworker. No bike ride this morning. Instead, I drove him to work and then went to the grocery store to get what we needed for me to make dinner tonight. I did exercise when I got home. Then I put all the stuff for dinner into the crockpot. After that I did…nada…nothing…zip…zero. I’ve been sitting here reading the SDMB all day long and it’s damn near 3:00 p.m.
PLUS…Dinner is ready. It’s ready but it doesn’t look good. It tastes really good. But it really, truly looks like something from a horror movie. I had the intention of making chicken and rice soup. Used a recipe and everything. I had to have a friend look up a recipe for me because I really am that much of an idiot when it comes to the internet. But it’s not soup. It’s chicken and rice goo. The rice is no longer rice…it’s a big smooshy white mess. You can tell that there were carrots and celery put in originally, because when you stir it…there are orange and green, uh, smudges amidst the rice goo and the chicken.
I originally started posting this because I was going to ask someone, ANYONE! (hopefully there’s at least ONE professional housewife who reads this) to help me fix it. But I realize now that it’s beyond fixing. Like I mentioned before, it DOES taste quite good, but my children will scoff at putting something that LOOKS like this into their mouths. Maybe I should blindfold them and tell them it’s a new menu item from BK?
So, I’m going to change my original goal to be just plain 'ol HELP ME!!! I’m only 34, so I’m young enough to learn how to do this right (I think). Any dopers out there who have been in a similar situation? Changing careers in midstream? Any advice will be appreciated. Even if it’s bad advice. Especially if it’s bad advice, actually. Then I can read it and go “Well, at least I don’t do THAT!”