I’ve been relatively silent on social media for a while now. The lack of posting is primarily due to focusing on “real” life. We’ve had some big decisions to make, tons of numbers to crunch, and daily schedules to shuffle around. It’s been exciting. It’s also been terrifying.
As of today, I am officially a stay-at-home mom. I’m still freelancing here and there, but I’ve ditched the full-time gig. The safety blanket, so to speak. When we first started discussing making this transition, it wasn’t clear if we’d go through with it or not. In fact, there were multiple changes to the plan over the course of the past few months. In the end, though, it felt like it wasn’t just the right choice; it was the only choice.
I have no idea how long I’ll stay at home or what I’ll do afterwards. It’s definitely a leap of faith. I could not be happier to get to spend more time with the kids. Well, now that I think of it, maybe I should be a little afraid. I mean, there are two of them and one of me. That already seems like an unfair matchup, y’all.
Before I go get my mom on today, I have a few questions: How do I empty the vacuum? Is Play-Doh a food group? How long can you stay at Chick-fil-A before they kick you out? Is Power Rangers educational? And, finally, is there a Tinder for play dates? I’m asking all of these for a friend, obviously.