Identity Crisis

It’s bound to happen. Someone is going to ask me what I do. I’ve had an answer to that question since I started working at 16 years old. For the very first time, just in the swing of the silly holiday cocktail banter season, I don’t have an answer.

Do I say I’m a mom? Or a stay at home mom? Likely not. In my one week since being laid off, I’ve realized being a SAHM is hands down the most difficult job I’ve ever had….but one that I would gladly (and would wish to) do full time if I could figure out how to make it pay the mortgage. However, it doesn’t answer the question of what I do. It’s who I am.

Do I say I’ve been laid off and am looking? Oy. Cue fake sympathy and questions I don’t want to answer. I don’t think so.

Maybe this holiday season I’ll describe it as it currently is—a professional errand runner, home organizer, laundry service, diaper changer and CEO of this thing called my family.

Or maybe, I’ll just apply the oldest sales tool in the book—deflect, listen and smile.

Today I admit

I still wear maternity clothes. Seven months post partum. Not because they are cute—because I can’t move past the comfort of elastic waist bands. Dreaming of the day brands like BCBG starts a line of stylish, elastic waist band pants.