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You don’t have to dial 9 to make an outgoing call from home

talking on phoneIt’s been a full week since I stopped being a working-full-time mom. I’ve worked since I was 17 and in college. I worked full time since I was 19 and dropped out of college. I worked full-time before, during and after marriage and children.

I’m still working two part-time jobs and those will likely keep me busier than I expected this spring, but I’m not gone from the house from 6:30 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. every day and that’s amazing.

Know what else is amazing? Sleep. I’ve gotten 7-8 hours of sleep every night. Every. Single. Night. I didn’t know what I was missing. Rising when the sun has already crested over Virginia City is a superb joy I’ve rarely known.

I’ve made dinner almost every night this week and packed decent lunches for the kids. I’ve made it to the gym and helped the kids with their homework. I’ve read to them every night.

The part time jobs and other peripheral organizations I’m involved in still took about 25 hours this week, so there’s still work happening. I haven’t gotten to sit on the couch and eat bonbons and I haven’t yet made it into the housework rhythm, but I’m getting there.

I’m still instinctively dialing 9 when making a call from my home phone and answering with my former employer’s required phone greeting. I forgot about the school’s early release Wednesday and thought the FedEx delivery guy was bounding upstairs to rob me, but I’m getting there.

Losing a large salary will still take some work and some time to get used to, but on the upside, I hope to soon find time to delve into cleaning out the closets. They’re chock full of crap I can trash or donate. Plus, my husband told me he stashed some spray cheese somewhere in the house. That’s an incentive I can get behind.

The other day a wise woman told me, “Once you stop work you wonder how the hell you had time for it.”

That’s true. I’m still busy. I still think I should be getting more done each day and I’m still answering phone calls and emails from my old job, but it’s getting better by the day. Now if I can just remember about that early release . . .

Conway_HeadshotThis post is written by regular RMB guest contributor April Conway. April is a Reno resident who grew up in North Pole, Alaska. She is about to make the transition from being a working mother as a human resources officer at the Nevada Air Guard to being a Stay At Home Mom (read about this decision here). April enjoys introducing her Girl Scout Troop to new endeavors, concurrently eating a lot of cookies, and desperately tries to find time to moisturize. She’s lived on or traveled to all seven continents and firmly believes that dust and mud from each of those is still embedded in her carpet. April is a wife to Cotter (yeah, it’s a family name) and mother to two school-aged children, a near deaf dog, two cats who understand use of the litter box and one with irritable bowel syndrome who doesn’t. When that doesn’t keep her busy enough, don’t ask how much she’s invested in carpet cleaning, there are also two frogs who happily inhabit her house. She also slightly freaks out when the other April posts to RMB, thinking to herself, “Oh my gosh! What did I write and post while I was tipsy last night?”


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