Lately, as things are beginning to feel "settled" in our new home, DJ & I have been talking about the possibility of me getting a job, even just part-time. Once the kids begin school in the next month or so, I will have the time and ability - and there are some options for an english-speaking foreigner around here. It sounds so great - being able to interact with people over the age of 4. Doesn't take much to get me excited about sitting behind a desk again...

I'm that girl. I've been working since I was 14 years old. I got a "real" job at Starbucks the week after I turned 16. I went to college and went back to work just months after starting school because I missed it. 

So many moms dream about being the stay-at-home-mom. That wasn't ever my dream - doesn't God have an interesting sense of humor? Seriously. I don't even think I am GOOD at this stay-at-home-mom job. 

So my mind wanders, and thinks of the possibilities of working for real. You know, where you get out of your pajamas each day? And they pay you? It's such a foreign concept to me... been years since I had to do that. :)

But then... we go to the doctor. We had an appointment at the dietician yesterday, and I brought a food journal of what Colin eats. He does NOT eat as much food or the ideal types of foods as he should. He needs way more calories in his diet. I try to get him to eat, but the boy wants carrots with dip... carrots with practically zero calories and none of the fat that he needs, and dip that probably isn't even gluten free. His diet needs work. And that's my job. To make him better food, and teach him to eat it.

It's not a very exciting job. It involves planning daily, shopping often, and spending practically all my time preparing (and then cleaning up) meals, and snacks, and meals, and snacks, etc etc etc. I don't enjoy it, but I have to do it. And I need to learn how to do it better. Like, instead of relaxing at the end of the day, I should PROBABLY plan the next days meals to ensure he's getting enough fat and calories to excel and properly grow.

And this isn't even considering that I am extremely slow-moving in the morning, so it's sometimes 10am before we've even finished breakfast & morning breathing treatments and medicines. I have to learn how to get started earlier. How to kick-start my day and treat this "stay-at-home-mom" job as a real thing. Like a day with an agenda.

Maybe if I that it like a job, I'll be better at it than I think I am right now.