In the future universe where M and I have kids, I’m about 98.7% sure that I don’t want to be a stay-at-home mom. I get bored really quickly, and I’ve always looked forward to having a career, and . . . you know, what do they do all day? Obviously I like running errands in Lululemon pants as much as the next person, but you can’t fill your life like that, right?
Potentially false. This started being an issue when we were studying for the bar, but ever since we both started working full-time jobs, I’ve been even more overwhelmed by the amount of strategery and gymnastics it takes to keep all our plates in the air. One must work out! And cook paleo meals that they plan in advance! And run a blog and go to ballet class to stay centered! And, um . . . go to work every day. I have (more than once) stalked out of a dirty kitchen, clutching a sheath of documents and some dirty gym socks, and yelled to my husband to get us another wife. (I yell really sweetly. It’s more like a yodel, really).
I mean, there’s no need to be sexist about it…we could get a brother husband instead of a sister wife. The point is that I now understand why so many people make the choice to have one human bring in funds and devote the other human’s time to maintaining the home/social obligations/general life. And we don’t even have kids! Or pets! I literally have nothing to complain about. And I really don’t feel upset, just occasionally a little bewildered. If I’m having trouble keeping my head above water now, how am I going to add tiny, chubby variables to this equation and still balance it all?
Is the answer (as I suspect) just: a lot of caffeine?