My daughter saw an ad in the local newspaper advertising for a cubby reporter for a small town about thirty miles from here. Her enthusiasm was infectious as I thought about my days working for newspapers and regional magazines.
"Mom you would actually have a paying job!'she stated.
I actually considered it, for about 10 min. and drove my husband crazy. The thought of having a byline again was intriguing, but then a quick reminder from my husband about how much an article was worth, immediately shutdown any thoughts of responding to the ad.
You see, I'm past the point most moms stay home. Sometime around 3rd grade most parents shift back into what my kids call "real work". With my big mouth, and frequently expressed opinions combined with a bad arm... I don't do well at the average job. I don't do well with the role of June Cleaver either.
I don't cook, don't do laundry, so like my kids often ask, what do I do while they are away? Sometimes questions are better left unanswered. Maybe I really am a spy with a bionic arm that beats away the bad guys, all without breaking a sweat or missing a lunch date.
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