things I did today:
blue tape around the edges of the wall I am painting (even though the paint hasn't come in yet)
wound a boatload of yarn
clean walls, light switches, door handles
clean the bathroom, including the floor which has probably not been cleaned in years
cleaned the stove
played boom blox
talked to the hospital about my upcoming lumbar puncture
washed dishes
two loads of laundry
dyed my hair
normal daily stuff like feeding the dog, eating, bathing, etc
and now I'm baking bread.
I've been up since 4am since someone's response to my request that he take some allergy medication so that he stops waking up gasping in the middle of the night was, "I don't do drugs." said, of course, to the woman who is thrilled to be down to only an anti-convulsant, psychostimulant, dopamine agonist, hormone replacement, (prenatal vitamin*), and blood thinner. only a few pills! I only have to take them twice a day!
because I am becoming a homemaker, I think a lot about women's roles in the home and workforce. I graduated from a big ten university in four years. I attempted law school twice. I worked full-time (and made a lot of money) doing a job I was good at but didn't care about. I also have a ceramics studio.
and I like to cook, which makes my food a lot less expensive because I am allergic to everything.** also, I like to eat. I snack pretty much constantly, but never eat much at any given time. that's hard to do when you have a job. also, my people have a mighty thirst.
the idea of being a homemaker seemed really archaic and outdated until I told my family I wasn't going to partner-track (GASP!). that was when I started thinking that maybe I didn't have to work 60 hours a week to be happy. then, one night when I was throwing, mused something along the lines of, "why can't I just do this all the time?" and he said, "I don't see why you can't."
I truly believe that a person needs to feel useful in order to be satisfied. despite my joyful existentialism, I honestly believe that feeling useless brings nothing but despair. recently, this usefulness has been defined as career. my career, I've decided, is my art and my home.
gender equity is great. go for it, girls! one day when you are "living comfortably," come buy some of my art.
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blue tape around the edges of the wall I am painting (even though the paint hasn't come in yet)
wound a boatload of yarn
clean walls, light switches, door handles
clean the bathroom, including the floor which has probably not been cleaned in years
cleaned the stove
played boom blox
talked to the hospital about my upcoming lumbar puncture
washed dishes
two loads of laundry
dyed my hair
normal daily stuff like feeding the dog, eating, bathing, etc
and now I'm baking bread.
I've been up since 4am since someone's response to my request that he take some allergy medication so that he stops waking up gasping in the middle of the night was, "I don't do drugs." said, of course, to the woman who is thrilled to be down to only an anti-convulsant, psychostimulant, dopamine agonist, hormone replacement, (prenatal vitamin*), and blood thinner. only a few pills! I only have to take them twice a day!
because I am becoming a homemaker, I think a lot about women's roles in the home and workforce. I graduated from a big ten university in four years. I attempted law school twice. I worked full-time (and made a lot of money) doing a job I was good at but didn't care about. I also have a ceramics studio.
and I like to cook, which makes my food a lot less expensive because I am allergic to everything.** also, I like to eat. I snack pretty much constantly, but never eat much at any given time. that's hard to do when you have a job. also, my people have a mighty thirst.
the idea of being a homemaker seemed really archaic and outdated until I told my family I wasn't going to partner-track (GASP!). that was when I started thinking that maybe I didn't have to work 60 hours a week to be happy. then, one night when I was throwing, mused something along the lines of, "why can't I just do this all the time?" and he said, "I don't see why you can't."
I truly believe that a person needs to feel useful in order to be satisfied. despite my joyful existentialism, I honestly believe that feeling useless brings nothing but despair. recently, this usefulness has been defined as career. my career, I've decided, is my art and my home.
gender equity is great. go for it, girls! one day when you are "living comfortably," come buy some of my art.
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for now I am letting him have 1 pain pill per day until we talk to the doctor, maybe then we'll just have tylenol as pain meds
Buy her art! Support my truck parts & her yarn & clay habits!