I Thought I Was Getting A Break

May 14, 2008 | by Jennifer Gniadecki | Filed Under Family, Work/Life Balance

Ok.

I was going to have someone over tomorrow. Actual company - the kind you make coffee for and chat with - no pressure fun kind of stuff. But it’s not going to happen (I hope I manage to email her before she reads this LOL) because I’m dashing this off before leaving for my great-grandmother’s house.

It seems my grandmother (not my great-grandmother, I know it can be difficult to keep up) is not feeling well, so she wants me to come over and spend the night to make sure nothing happens.

I don’t ~~want to~~ know what could happen just overnight considering all the grandmothers sleep until noon, but I can’t take the risk. So I have to go there and stay until the afternoon (when they wake up, you see, that’s morning to them) and then come back here at some point and since I need the car…well yeah…Randy is going to have to stay with the kids.

On the bright side, they have a computer so blogging and joy and love will commence tomorrow while everyone in the house is sleeping with me standing as work-at-home sentry to the aged and mildly insane.

I guess it’s not all that bad, I’m just … tired. It’s interesting, when I worked 9-5 all corporate-style I dreamed of taking personal days, vacation, I mean I lived for that stuff. When it came, when those magical vacation days or three day weekends were taken I enjoyed them so much, squeezing every experience possible out of them. Now I don’t have sick days or vacation days and can’t take mental-health days that are approved by some authority that isn’t me.

Being in control of my own life, while blissful, has it’s downsides. Don’t get me wrong, wouldn’t trade it for the world, but it’s just a different life than I used to have, and I think it is a far different life than I thought I would have.

Thank god, because my dream as a little girl was go get married to one of those juicy-hot men in suits that used to prowl around the Financial District of Chicago. I remember going to the Mercantile Exchange on an Economics field trip in High School. I didn’t want to come home. I wanted to go home with a stockbroker. You should have seen me prowl PJ Clarke’s back in the day LOL I was a sight to behold. (To make a long story short, if you think I’m brazen now…well…I’ve learned control since back in the day!)

Now? I’m happy that a new media and search marketing analyst comes home to me.

In case you missed it, that’s my husband’s job title. I could not be more proud of him. He worked so hard and searched so long to find something that was right for him, and now he is a valued member of a team. It’s pretty much his dream job as well as mine. Did I mention I seriously dig on my husband?

Well I’ve stalled long enough. Gotta grab the keys and its off to grandmother’s house I go….