Am I Becoming a Housewife???

In some sort of distorted way, now that Jack is in a little nap routine, I feel proud when I am able to clean, do the dishes, and finish up the laundry. These are the things that give me a since of accomplishment now, not bringing a large Soccer group to play and visit in Peachtree City, or sending out a great E-Blast to promote a weekend event here, but changing diapers, doing laundry, etc. Ironic how only the third week into my unemployment, my to-do lists have changed drastically already. So, I have started to ask myself..."Am I becoming a housewife?"

In addition to spending time with Jack, I also get to spend time after school with Clayton and Ben. They are both usually fairly easy in the afternoons, BUT last week was a little different. Jack and I met Clayton at the bus stop and as I was making him a peanut butter sandwich (with every inch of crust cut off, or he refuses to eat it) he had to take a break to go the bathroom. After just a few minutes, I hear "Sissy," "Yes baby," I answered. Quickly, he responded "I clogged up the toilet!" All I could think was "Shit!!" literally. There I am standing with a half made peanut butter sandwich, Jack crying in the front room because I had put him down long enough to get Clayton situated, and now I have to unclog the toilet. Hmm...now I'm facing a dilemma, which comes first...the shitty toilet about to overflow, the crying baby in the front room, or finishing the peanut butter sandwich??? After just a few seconds of deliberation, I put down the knife caked with peanut butter, put my eyes on Jack really quick to be sure he was okay and ran off to the shitty toilet. As I'm plunging and plunging and as long as it was taking me to unclog this toilet, the only question I could ask was "could this possibly be the biggest turd known to man, lodged sideways?" Best of all, while I am working on the toilet, Clayton is standing in the hallway with his pants down around his ankles and butt exposed for anyone who had the misfortune to approach our front door during this madness, and finally, after a few minutes of struggling to get everything situated, I couldn't help but laugh a little to myself, and ask, "was this some sort of crazy housewife initiation?"