|This is a FEW of the shoes in the |
mudroom. I opted not to spend
my entire morning
walking around the corners
of the kitchen and
the front hall taking pics of all the
shoes abandoned there.
Not sure my kids believe me, but when I was growing up we each owned a pair of shoes for Catholic school - known as 'school shoes' - very creative title indeed. They were leather Mary Jane's or Sperry's that we referred to as top siders in the '80s. Then we owned 'gym shoes' which were sneakers suitable for gym class. In the summer, the girls owned a pair of sandals. The end. And my mother wonders why my house is such a disaster. It is the shoes. They are going to overtake us.
Anyway, lately I have been grappling with career woes or job insecurity/questioning. Not sure what else to call it. Similar feelings have crept up on me in the past. Like: why don't I get a 'real' job? I have a degree, why can't I find a way to use it? (oh, that's right my experience is diapers) Why didn't I go back and get a teaching degree back in the day?
I would like to think that this real-job-where-art-thou thought process will subside, but I will be honest I only foresee that happening if my book gets published. Then I will be all 'You see, I have just been carving out time to write during naps. Writing is also an excellent way to avoid cleaning house. And look here - now I have a book to show for it. Piece of cake!'
I am not holding my breath.
What I should do is write a book about potty training, because WHY ARE THERE KIDS OUT THERE WHO ARE THREE YEARS OLD STILL WEARING DIAPERS? Come on. It is an area of expertise for me. The family I started babysitting for when I was 12 yrs old, paid me extra when the folks went to Europe (by now I was 16 because leaving kids with a 12 yr old for Europe probably didn't fly back then even though seat belts were considered decorative devices) for a few weeks and came home to a potty trained kid. Shazam!
It got me thinking that the families I sit for should perhaps offer me a similar $500 hole in one bonus. Potty training is a similar concept. Ready, aim, fire -in the hole preferably - not on my floor.
I will pass on the new shoes, because I am really particular about my shoes and because my house cannot accommodate another pair.