When I grow up....

....I want to be.....?????

When I was growing up, firmly ensconced in "The Bubble", I was asked by a teacher one day (we all were...it was a whole class thing), "What do you want to be when you grow up?" We were all to decide what we wanted to be at age 6 or so, write a few sentences about it and draw a picture. Well friends, I had aspirations, BIG aspirations. I wanted to be.....an Ortega Housewife and be in the Junior League. I am not kidding. My biggest aspiration in life was not to be a doctor or astronaut, but to be a housewife. How crazy is that?? My mom's friends still get a huge kick out of this paper to this day....and my mom has saved it for prosperity's sake.

The thing is...as I grew up and forgot said paper, I did have aspirations. I did want to be a doctor or a lawyer (everyone agrees I would be a VERY good lawyer) and at one point even a Marine Biologist. I wanted to be the Real Deal. That super successful something when I went back to my high school reunions. But as the years have passed, and I have done so many different things career wise, I have come to realize one thing. I really actually do want to be an Ortega Housewife and be in the Junior League (well maybe not in the JL, but you get the point). I do not want to work. I want to be at home with my kids (yes, I know I only have one...but I am open to more!). I know that I NEED my job, but I don't want it. It's boring. And I have the attention span of a gnat. I am tired of sitting next to completely insane people (who laugh at really odd times), doing ridiculously boring work, and missing the good stuff. Which is just QT with the kiddo. And lunch with friends, and cleaning my house, and going to yoga, and just enjoying my life!

I know the grass is always greener on the other side....and I know I get bored when I am home and poor because I am in-between contracts...but I really want to be a stay at home mom right now. Maybe one day I will be a greatly in demand personal chef and will get to work my own hours and make lots of money and be home for the good stuff. Oh, lotto, where are you?