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A ramble and a question…
Saturday, May 13th, 2017

I’m late! It’s 11:30 AM, and I just got home. My dd (dear daughter) and the 3-year-old left at 2 AM to head to the Little Rock airport. They are now in DC, visiting their father/grandfather. So, while dd’s hubby dropped her off in the middle of the night, I stayed over in their house, which is just across the highway. Couldn’t sleep worth a dang. Then I was up cooking breakfast for the other two girls (12 and 8), because that’s what their mom does on weekends, and I didn’t want them too lonely. I did that while dad got a much-deserved lie-in. After breakfast, I organized the girls to do some housework. When dad rose and decided to do a grocery shop, I decided it was time I headed home and get some work done.

That was my morning. And now, I’m ready for a nap. 🙂

Yes, my life is probably a lot like yours, even if I have this weird job. I live in the country, about five miles outside a small Arkansas town. It’s quiet. We have animals—dogs, cats, horses (that we don’t ride—they’re just giant-sized pets). My life is filled with work and family—trying to balance both is a constant struggle. I tend to let family draw me away from my desk, because I can’t resist the girls when they call and want their “nina”. I used to be pretty focused, but the older I get, the more I love to spend my hours wallowing in their affection. Yes, I said wallow. Like a pig in mud. I head to their house, and even if I just saw them hours before, they’re covering me in kisses and hugs and wanting me to look at their drawings.

They think my job is pretty weird.  Just this morning, the 8-year-old asked who my boss was. I told her, I was. “No, Nina, who tells you what to do?” I raised my eyebrows and told her I was the one who decided what I wrote, what my schedule (ha!) would be, etc. She didn’t think that was so great. “I wanna use one of those clock things, where you put your card in, and it tells you how long you have to work.” I thought about that, and for just a second, I thought, God, that wouldn’t be so bad. Clock in. Clock out. I could leave the job behind once I drove out of the parking lot. But then, I realized that if I had a “real” job, I’d have to head home, jump into the shower, and hope like hell I had everything in my purse that I needed for the day. I’d have to work with people I might not like, maybe deal with customers or clients who I liked even less. “Real” jobs have their own versions of stress. That everything I accomplish, good or bad, rich or poor, is of my own making, well that’s the trade-off.

So, tell me. Do you have a “real” job? Do you ever wonder whether the grass is greener for those of us who don’t?

And remember, I have a brand new short story (a naughty menage) out right now, and a sexy Western coming Tuesday!

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5 comments to “A ramble and a question…”

  1. Pansy Petal
    · May 13th, 2017 at 2:49 pm · Link

    Oh Delilah! You have a “real” job. One I envy. I lack the imagination required to do your job, but I very much enjoy the benefit of reading what you write. As for the “grass being greener” – I think everyone wonders that at one time or another. Having had the opportunity to live on both sides of the fence, I have attained an appreciation for what is now. Enjoy the freedom you have “being your own boss.” Enjoy those wonderful darlings while you can. Frankly, I hated having to punch that time clock! So glad I don’t have to anymore!

  2. Elizabeth Andrews
    · May 13th, 2017 at 3:22 pm · Link

    I have a day-job and write. Sometimes it works better than others. lol

  3. Katherine Robinson
    · May 13th, 2017 at 4:22 pm · Link

    I’m lucky to have a “real job” that I love. Plus, I still get to work from home, so no long days spent in an office. I do enjoy the people I work with, and haven’t had any nasty clients yet, but that could happen. I used to have a more traditional job, where I had to punch in and punch out…I don’t miss it at all.

  4. ButtonsMom2003
    · May 13th, 2017 at 9:51 pm · Link

    I’m retired now, and loving it, but I had a great “real” job. I worked for the same place for 38 years but did lots of different jobs. When I retired I was doing computer support for offices all over the US and I got to work from home 3 days a week. I still miss it sometimes, the people more than the work.

    I was so much more efficient in getting things done when I was still working. I think it was because I had to be to get everything done. Now we’re so busy running around that it’s hard to take care of stuff around the house. When we’re not out I’m reading all the time so I still let the house go! 🙂

  5. Delilah
    · May 16th, 2017 at 8:22 am · Link

    Pansy! I’m happy for you too!

    Elizabeth! I was there, too! Somehow, I managed to get more done those days. Maybe because I had to. 🙂

    Katherine! Sounds like you have the perfect job! Congrats!

    Buttons! 38 years! Wow! And I hear you. The more you have to do, the more you get done, it seems!

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