Holy crap! I'm officially into my fourth week of not working and to be quite honest, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I go through moments of extreme joy because I'm able to spend my days with the little guy, to moments of extreme stress when thinking about the future economy, and that leads to feelings of deep regret for being stupid enough to leave Iqaluit and the job security we had there..., and then there are the times when I feel really lonely - at least during the weeks that the hubby is at work. But hey, who am I to complain, at least he has a job right now.
There's not a whole lot happening here during the weeks that the hubby is away. I usually stay holed up in the house, only going out if I really have to. I haven't been feeling especially sociable these past few weeks and figure if people really want to see me, well they know where I am. Besides I hate the questions that come with living in a small town - most people have heard that I have been recently laid off and tend to question why or those who haven't heard are simply curious as to why I'm not at work - both scenarios require me to give some sort of explanation and to be quite frank, I just don't have the patience left in me to be polite about it anymore.
My days are now filled with lots of children's television programming (Playhouse Disney is the channel of choice in our house), toy cars, lots and lots of children's books (the current favourite is one about a little boy named Michael whose learning to use the potty), trying to get little guy to sit on his own potty and part with his beloved "ba" (bottle), and the best part of all - lots of hugs from the little guy. Add the challenge of trying to get a two year old toddler to eat, keep his clothes on, keep him from climbing up on the counter, and so on....Well, my days are kept pretty busy.
Quote of the Day:
"If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning." Catherine Aird