Today is effectively the last day of my time off work. For those of you who didn’t know, I’ve spent the last two and a half weeks off work. I’ve been — shall we say — a bit burned out at work lately. After bringing this up to my boss’s boss, he suggested I take off three weeks in November. Ya know, since I have that much vacation time that I haven’t taken. And I still have the time remaining to take off the last two weeks in December.
For me, this was a trial run to see how I do without a job. I’m seriously considering going the SAHM route, for a nubmer of reasons (Little Miss leaving me out of family pictures, the working through dinners while working at home, the challenge of finding the time to do everything I’m committed to doing, the absolute dread I feel every time I have to have anything to do with my boss).
I tried staying at home previously when the wee ones were truly wee. When Mister Man was two and a half and Little Miss eight months, I stayed home for six months. Going hundreds of miles an hour at work to zero with two mobile (she was walking shortly thereafter) children while living in a new area didn’t work out for me so well. Now, it’s a different story.
I can happily say that I was not in the least bored while off work. Interestingly, I’ve been more busy than normal. I’m way behind on my DVR. I’m so far behind on blog reading (sorry!) that I’ll never catch up. I did fun homemade dinners more often, but not nearly as often as I thought I would. While I caught up on a lot of stuff at home, I’m still trying to figure out how I didn’t get more done.
Things I did get done:
Made of list of everything I had to do while I was off
Wrote Mister Man’s thank you notes for his birthday (that happened October 17)
Made it to the gym regularly
Had breakfast and lunch with friends I hadn’t caught up with enough
Got a mani/pedi
Sorted my closet
Put together the annual gift card fundraiser for Little Miss’s preschool
Put out the preschool newsletter
Got caught up on laundry
Played games with the wee ones
Took Little Miss to her gymnastics class
Got the old blinds over to my friend’s house who will hang them someday (maybe this weekend, she says!)
Took the wee ones to open gym
Went to dinner with the wee ones at a friend’s house
Caught up completely on the Labels for Education sorting, cutting and gluing
Things I didn’t get done:
Make that dentist appointment
Get to the dentist
File the growing pile of papers in the office
Get my flu shot
Volunteer in Mister Man’s classroom
Get caught up on blogs
Put up the reviews awaiting my review blog (next week!)
Make an inventory of the freezer and do meal planning based on this
Take the wee ones’ outgrown clothes to the shelter
Straighten up the office
Call for a charity to come take away the old entertainment center
Get Mister Man’s swimming lessons moved to a new time
I’m still trying to figure out how I’m busier with more free time than I was when I was working 30 plus hours a week. However, the realization that I have three weeks before I’m off again was really depressing, as me who can’t count thought it was only two.
I loved having time with the wee ones. Hearing about their days in school and being able to take my time hearing all the stories instead of having two minutes between conference calls was great. Being able to see Little Miss run around the gym was heartwarming. Having the time to do vision therapy exercises with Mister Man instead of nagging my husband and mother to try to do them was gratifying. I liked being home.
While I felt guilty the first week about a couple things that I wanted to do for work, I successfully resisted the urge to ever check my email or to even charge my Blackberry. I separated, and I didn’t miss it.
And there are so many things that I want to do yet if I had more time. With more time, I could really improve the wee ones’ largest fundraiser of the year coming in May. I’ve wanted to volunteer at a hippotherapy center near me for years, but I can’t justify it while working. I’m running further now, but once I go back to work, I have only one or possibly two (including the weekend) days that I can get to the gym, which means my progress will stagnate or worse. And the playdates that the wee ones love to have and so rarely get when I’m working? Just the joy that Mister Man showed on his face when I took him and a friend to go see a play on Monday was priceless.
But I’m wondering if the office will still remain with its growing pile of papers. I think my magazine pile might continue to expand. Somehow, the days just disappear. What’s the saying though? Time flies when you’re having fun. And me? I’ve been having fun.