Pink Slip

Amy Grant has a song that says, "We pour out our misery, God just hears a melody"  well, I am thinking I am keeping God in tune these days.... depending on the day he could either be humming to Keith Urban or Flo- Rider.........  that's where I seem to be, either very mellow or totally crazy. Unfortunately for my husband there is no in between.
My part time job ended after the holidays since it was seasonal and so ended my friendship with my Spanish speaking friend from Wally World.  I don't think she ever caught on that we were girlfriends, but I do miss my weekly visits with her.  I know I must have made a little bit of an impression because the last time I was there she had on pink lip gloss and a leopard scarf with her khaki pants and blue shirt. Brings a smile to my face just remembering.....
So, not only am I on the search for a new friend but a part time job as well, I say part time but honestly I could even work full time, it is not like I have children that need me anymore....  oh how I miss those days of  school events and rushing here and there for whatever activity they were in at the time. I remember always being frazzled and worrying if I would or could get it all done. Now I just get frazzled when I look in the mirror and see a new line around these green eyes. I guess the reality of it is that when you have children you take on the most important job of your life, and you put every ounce of emotion into it, love, fear, guilt, pride, anger, you get up in the morning and know that these little people count on you for their every need. You train them to hopefully be fulfilled, independent people and after millions of dollars are poured into the effort you wake up one morning and the house is empty and you realize you received the ultimate pink slip. You find yourself aimlessly packing a peanut butter lunch and cutting off the crust, then standing at the counter, unpacking it and eating it yourself.
Everyone talks about the thrill of finally being an empty- nester but no-one tells you about the grieving period in between the pink slip and the moment you realize you can re-do their room.

God blessed me with children, and I hope that along with all the crazy times they will remember (like the midnight fire drills, and the "baby sister" alter personality), they will look back and and smile and say, job well done. But until that shining day,  I am preparing a resume.......what do I qualify for???   Cook, maid, chauffeur, financial advisor, valet, coach, spiritual advisor, comedian, party planner, negotiator, referee, Emergency Medical Technician, counselor, college planner,  pet sitter,  fashion coordinator, loan officer......
Surely that makes me qualified for SOMETHING........ oh and for the record, I make a killer peanut butter sandwich.