I'm not sure how, in all the chaos of the last six months (renovating a house, selling a house, buying another one, renovating another one - and every bit of the fun we all associate with moving) we decided NOW would be the best time for Dennis to quit his comfortable, predictable life in corporate America.
But here we are, pursuing the American dream of owning our own business.
It WILL be great. I'm married to a guy who has to be passionate about what he does, or he withers and dies, which is why corporate gridlock - the sameness of it all - frustrated him.
Thankfully we are off to a good start, we have some savings, lots of contacts, and a very big dream.
The only snag I can foresee is that (as Vice President) in addition to being Chief Peanut Butter and Jelly maker around here, I am now in charge of - get this - bookkeeping!
Me - a WORDS girl - whose middle name is "close enough."
I woke up in the middle of the night last night in a cold sweat. In addition to the usual things that wake me up (Did I wash Libby's-10 uniform for her game? Did I turn the sprinklers off? Did I leave the milk in the trunk again? How am I going to get everyone where they need to go tomorrow?), my heart stopped with stuff like: Did I make the tax payment? Did I miss the deadline? Did I figure it right? Is the IRS going to audit me?
I'm only putting in a few hours a week "helping out," while Dennis does the work that actually makes money. I can't complain. I have an accountant I can call with questions, and I am really trying hard to "roll" with it.
But believe me, I am praying that someday I can roll right out of this job and into an easier one, say, that of "trophy wife." Then I could wake up in the middle of the night with thoughts like, Did I miss my nail appointment? Did I go one shade too dark on the lowlights? Maybe I should try botox on my earlobes next time?
I don't know. Maybe that job would be even more stressful.