Stress on a Stick

Well, I was supposed to go back to my housekeeping last week and instead I got laid off. My boss had given me the impression that the other housekeeper she employs would be phased out eventually because she's going to school to do something else but as it turns out I was the one who got phased out. I guess I can't blame her considering I have been on maternity leave nearly half of the year I worked for her. So on top of the stress of Keira's health issues I have the stress of finding a new job. When it rains it pours, right?

Although housekeeping is not my career of choice, it allowed me to work the minimal hours I needed to be able to connect the dots between Art's paychecks while still being a stay at home mom 99% of the time. I really liked my job and had nothing but good things to say about my boss. I definitely learned a thing or two about myself during that time too. Mostly that I enjoy a simple life and a comfortable home. I spent hours cleaning chandeliers and polishing silver... ironing hand towels for the guest bathroom that look so crisp and perfect that you would be frightened to actually dry your hands on them. As rich as I ever become, I vow never to own a chandelier, anything made of real silver, or ever have a towel or anything else in my house that would make people afraid to touch it. Those things can be beautiful, but if they take time away from more important things to meticulously clean or polish or make guests uncomfortable, I can certainly do without.