My Dream Job

Hey, Internet. I have a wee little secret. Shhhh…if I tell you, you have to promise not to tell…my mom.

I have this desire to quit my jobs and become a bartender.

Shocking. I know. Lately, I’ve really been thinking of getting my bartender certification, just for fun, of course. Then on super stressful days, when I have everyone at every job demanding something from me, I close my eyes and visualize me, at a bar…and not drinking. I’m serving drinks. Like Coyote Ugly style. I like the energy, the fast-paced rowdiness, the socializing and the very, very, best part…leaving work at work.

Don’t get me wrong, I will be the first to admit how blessed I am to be able to work from home. I’ve done it for six years now. I could never, ever go back to a 9-5 job…but some days (ahem, every single day), I can’t seem to leave work. From the minute I wake up to the minute I go to sleep, I am doing some sort of work or another. Social media updates, answering emails, typing, answering text messages, more emails, checking Instagram, pinning stuff on Pinterest, staring at my computer screen, retweeting on twitter…and I love it, it’s super fun and I wouldn’t change it…

Except on those days, when the reality of being a full-time homeschooling mom, while working my┬ásmorgasbord of jobs (last count was 4.5), putting some sort of breakfast/lunch/dinner on the table (peanut butter sandwiches…again), laundry, etc, etc all hits at once, I close my eyes and picture myself pouring shots and dancing on the bar.

So I guess you could say that my dream job is to be a bartender. My mom would kill me if she knew.

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