I quit my job.
My last day is Thursday.
Life was too chaotic. I was unhappy.
Three beautiful babies, a kick-ass husband, and I was unhappy. Stretched far too thin for far too long.
My writing is rusty, and terribly neglected.
That had best change, because I think I'm going to have a lot to write about on this next leg of my journey, where I throw myself into the role of domestic goddess.
Except instead of wearing heels and an apron, I'll probably be in sweats and a nursing tank. With spaghetti sauce in my hair.
I can't wait.
3 comments:
and I can't wait for more of your blog. Congrats!
Yay! Good for you. Glad you're home. I'm happy for all of you!
Yay, glad you're home. I'm happy for all of you! You won't regret it (most days).
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