Hey, Wait a Minute
I’m a goddamned housewife! A revelation I had while cleaning the stove ten minutes ago. Three weeks ago my life was all about typesetting and captions and health tips and spas; now it’s all about Shout! and Fantastik! and Viva and Huggies.
I went through our budget and figured out that we can live on Jack’s salary and my unemployment — not well, but we won’t starve, nor will I feel the need to sell my car. I just have to keep “looking” for work to keep my benefits coming (and there’s no threat of finding another editing job in this overfed cultural backwater).