While walking into town this afternoon with my mom and Chloe (and Temba, a Tibetan spaniel we’re watching for my aunt and uncle), I took advantage of the relaxed vibe to ask my big girl how I was doing this week, given that I’ve been Chief Mom Officer for five whole days.
Now that I have the luxury of time, I tackled my second task as Chief Mom Officer this morning. The folding of fitted sheets. Didn’t worry about it so much during the 12 years our beloved Esperanza was with us, since she did our laundry. But last fall, I realized that I sucked at folding fitted sheets. So badly, in fact, that after my French husband made several half-assed attempts to show me how it was done, he gave up. Remember, his wife is someone who also royally sucks at ironing.
Will I wake up tomorrow forgetting that I don’t need to get ready for work? I think the odds of my mind playing tricks on me are about 50/50.
The day is finally here. Goodbye Director of Marketing, hello Chief Mom Officer!
I can’t believe the time has come. I can’t believe I have chosen to forego a steady paycheck for the foreseeable future. I think I may be crazy. But boy, am I happy.