I drove myself in to work this morning, which was a strange alteration from the norm. Justin didn’t have to work today, due to a summer-slump in the business (normal and not worth worrying about—as soon as the client signs the contract, he’ll have plenty of work again), so he stayed home and I took the car. We’re both very glad that this is not the norm, but we’re both looking forward to me having my own car.
The whole thing has made me very contemplative today, though.
When I started looking for a new car, I knew that I wanted something small and fuel-efficient and fun. So I looked at the Smart fortwo. And I realized that one of the things that bothered me about it (besides the unavailability of the car) was that there were no rear seats. And I had to think about why this bothered me. And I realized that if I’m looking for a car that’s going to last me for ten years or so, then there are some very large things I need to take into consideration. Like the likelihood that I’m going to go completely against the whole “I’m never going to have children” thing that I’ve been saying for years.
And I have to take a moment here to take a deep breath. Oh, boy. Kids? Me? Ack!
But the more I think about it and the more I get to know Justin, the less terrified I am of the idea. Not that I’ve completely gotten over my concerns, but . . . I might be willing to give it a try sometime. Oh, but not anytime soon. Oh, gosh, no! Give me some more time to get used to the idea. And he’s really going to have to work to convince me to have two of them. He should just start praying for twins right now.
Anyway. Back to the cars. I realized that if we’re going to have children, and, you know, the possibility is out there now, then I’ll want to have a secure back seat for them to sit in. And the safety of the car suddenly becomes a major issue. As does the reliability. (And, oh gosh, am I seriously thinking about being a mom someday?! Ack!) So suddenly my car search changed a little. Sunroof. CD player. Secure backseat. Room in the rear for a stroller. (Wait, what was that one?!)
So the car thing has made me think about the kid thing a little more, and while I’m sitting here at work today, not so thrilled with my job and not really sure what to do, and really wishing I was at home with Justin instead, I started thinking about what kind of job I’d like to have if/when (gah!) we have kid(s). Because it’s really likely that I’d much rather be at home than having to put the munchkin in daycare or something so I can go to work. But we like the financial flexibility that we have from a dual-income. And kids are dang expensive! If I had a job like my sister, it’d be great! You can totally teach piano from home while also taking care of a kid. I think. It seems likely anyway.
But what have I got? Not a whole lot, really. I think it’s time to find something. Like, what exactly does a professional organizer need to know? How does a person break into that industry?
It’s something worth thinking about. And I should probably explore a whole bunch of options. Because the kid possibility isn’t going to happen for another five years or so (hopefully!), but I’d like to have a foot firmly established before that time comes. Right now, I’m just sitting on my butt. It’s not how I want to be living.
And I’m pretty sure I’ve said that at least a few times before. So why haven’t I started yet?
P.S. Justin made me breakfast this morning. He had time because he didn’t have to get ready for work. He didn’t even really have to get up, but he did anyway, just to make me scrambled eggs and cinnamon toast. I’m a lucky lady!
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