I’ve been hustling for almost three full months now and have made a few key observations during this time:
- I have a whole new admiration for stay-at-home parents. I do a lot of babysitting and while I do actually enjoy being around kids’ creativity, innocence and, yes, sometimes their dictator-esque manipulation and trickiness from time to time, I don’t know how parents do it full-time. It’s so much work. It’s one thing to spend four or five hours with a couple of cute kids, but all day? No. Even if I were to become Donald Trump’s seventh wife, I’d probably work at least part-time anywhere just for the alone time. But I guess if I were Donald Trump’s seventh wife I could afford nannies and a life of leisure. Anyway, the lesson I’ve learned is this: Kids are cool and fun and adorable but they are so much work. If I ever have them I’m thinking I’ll be a morning-evenings-weekends kind of mom and send my kids to daycare where they will get lots of “character-building” opportunities. I mean, is there really anything that wrong with wanting to outsource some childcare duties?
- I miss the old days. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I miss 7-Eleven and Amazon and long for the days before Dave Ramsey when I had such a flippant, frivolous relationship with money. Gone are the days when I could thoughtlessly spend $30 on drinks or blow $100 on an Amazon shopping spree. Never again will I enjoy a friendly, casual relationship with money. I’ve been enlightened, made aware of my wayward ways and money and I will never be as “free” as we once were. I know holding onto money is an important part of growing up, but I can’t help feeling that life was so much more fun when I was letting go of it all over the place.
- Where there is a will, there is a way. But not necessarily an easy or fun way. Lots of babysitting, dog walking, dog sitting and creative fund-raising later, I’ve been able to pay off an additional $3,000 in debt, mostly on my car. At this rate, I should be able to pay my car off my July 1, and will, for the first time in 10 years, experience life without a car payment. So please, my dear little Honda Civic, don’t breakdown on me. Please don’t have any major issues for at least one year. Let me enjoy this upcoming car-payment-less period for at least a brief, fleeting moment.
- Although I’m all about being an independent woman blah, blah, blah, I could use a benefactor. Does anyone want to be my benefactor? I am a cause and I need help. In exchange for your kind and benevolent support (= cash flow in my direction) I promise to create astonishingly unflattering portraits of you and your loved ones. Like this portrait of Doris.