Torn
posted in Mom Rants |Herein lies my latest dilemma: I finally get a writing assignment from a respectable local publication, I get knee deep into it, and realize that I still don’t like stress and deadlines.
It all sounds good the way the experts tell you to do it. “Stay in the mix!” “Keep your options open!” “Do a little something on the side when your kids nap!” But, the reality is, when my kid naps, I’d rather sit on the couch and watch the latest episode of “The Hills” instead. My friend laughed when I told her this, but I told her I wasn’t kidding.
I’m torn. Just like that Natalie Imbruglia song but without the shitty boyfriend.
It’s hard to do the SAHM thing full-time when you’re Type A and know that deep down you’re not entirely satisfied making dinners and going to the park and playing with blocks until your hands get tired. It satisfies me 99 percent of the time, but when that one percent kicks in, I take on assignments. But then I complain about spending my nights nose-dived into the computer.
I like having something to “do,” but I don’t like the act of doing it. I absolutely don’t want to go back to work right now, but I also don’t want to leave tush imprints permanently indented into my couch.
I’m torn.


















