I ain't no housewife...or am I?

I guess I'm considered a housewife now. A homemaker? Ugh.I don't have a problem with my new job, just the title. Housewife does not do justice to the job description. You don't call an accountant a numberfriend or a teacher a lessonparent. How about referring to me as a Domicile Affairs Coordinator? Chief Residence Manager? Head Liaison to the Family and Homestead?

Wait a second. Can housewifery be considered a job? I don't get paid! I'm more like a volunteer, though I do get room and board and other fringe benefits. So I'm kind of like a housewife student. This is work study. Otherwise I'm saying that my husband pays me to take care of his house and his son while he's gone. That sounds bad, doesn't it? Being a housewife is like being on an extended work study program with high job satisfaction despite never getting a paycheck while my boss/benefactor is my husband and I decide how much or how little I do each day? This housewife business is nonsense.

It does leave me with mental energy to expend, hence the extra dabbling time, otherwise known as my son's nap time. It's a strange feeling to have to keep the spark of inspiration glowing until a baby's eyes decide to finally close, to continuously add to the to-do list and then sprint through it in those one to three precious napping hours.

Therefore, my dabbling requires parameters or I really won't accomplish a darn thing. My parameters for my dabbling are as follows:

1. Do Something Creative Every Day - the Paper Source motto and now mine.

2. Every Friday list five main goals for the coming week. That way I'll know what to accomplish when naps happen and I will have the weekend to really enjoy my family and not get too bogged down in guilt when I don't work on the myriad projects I have accumulated.

3. Keep a record of my dabbling on the blog, but at least one blog entry a week needs to be of high quality.

4. Know that at any point I can stop dabbling and focus on one thing if it feels right to do so.