I have a confession to make.
I’m a terrible housekeeper. I’m messy, I hate putting away clean dishes and laundry, and I absolutely struggle with a home/work balance. I really like my job (even on the bad days) and I put A LOT of effort into it.
The truth is, I feel kind of inferior around there. I’m coming from a background of waitressing and now I’m sitting in meetings with consultants and material managers and directors. It’s not that I’m stupid by any means, but they’ve all been at the game a lot longer and I never want to be caught off guard.
So I prepare. Constantly. I read books about inventory procedures, read articles, I organize and structure how I do my work and direct the workflow of my minions (I’m in charge of five of them at the moment).
It’s a little crazy how much I obsess about my job, and with all the effort put into that venture, home life takes a back burner. I’m a little ashamed to admit it.
Darrick, my giant and adorable fiance, tries to help out and is fantastic about it. He just can’t keep up because of his health right now, and the kids are typical kids. Messes are fun to make…but not so fun to clean.
I think it’s time to make some adjustments.