My retirement plan

Now, who could walk away from THIS life?

I was on the phone with a plumber the other day, and he asked me what my schedule was like so he could get out here to make a bid. I said my schedule is pretty clear because I'm a stay-at-home mom. Later I said something about having to pick up the kids from school. There was a brief pause, and clearly the man was married because he didn't actually SAY anything, but it may have felt like he was saying in his head, "You're a Stay-At-Home Mom and your kids aren't even there?" Uh, yes. I suppose that makes me a kept woman. Right?

I have friends who work full-time, and they have to use all their vacation and sick time on picking up kids from school when they get the stomach bug, or fall off the monkey bars and need stitches and new glasses, or forgot their lunch.

More importantly, I was driving out of my neighborhood the other day around lunch time, and saw what I assessed as punk-ass kids up to nothing but trouble (oh my dear Lord, I have just channelled my Gramma) in their drive-way. High school teenagers and off-campus lunch. Sigh. I'm pretty sure they were drrrrrinking. A kegger at noon on a Wednesday? I should have pulled over and showed them how it really works. Probably would have scared them off the juice more than any intervention, for sure. "Shut up kid, and just hold my legs up higher."

So, I will stay home with my kids. If I have to serve five-course meals at lunch time so they come home, and they're safe, I will do it. They can bring all their friends. Well, the ones I like.

That simply affirms my big idea that I will stay home until my children are in college. And then I can't get a J-O-B, because, I'll be travelling the country watching them play sports, then the NFL draft, the Olympics. I've got a busy schedule of supporting and loving, people! Then maybe I'll retire.

That's how I roll.