And so it begins

After years of 10-12 hour days working in a fast-pace call center environment as a manager, my husband finally convinced me to give it all up in exchange to stay at home and be the perfect housewife. No more long days, weekend, nights, reports, reviews, budgeting, conference calls, unappreciative bosses, etc, etc, etc. Just walk away, decompress from the stress, get back to you, get back to life. Sounds wonderful right? Well, for those of you that suffer from workaholism as I do, understand how difficult that can be. The addiction began when I got my first "real job" at 15 years of age. Oh, like most young girls, I baby-sat here and there but getting out from under an overbearing, near misogynist father was completely different. Working full time at the hot dog stand in the middle of the most popular shopping mall seemed too good to be true. A weekly paycheck, no bills to speak of, new faces and no school! What a more than perfect way for any teenager to spend their time. More hours worked meant more money and more fun but most importantly the taste of freedom! And that's how it began for me, work equalled freedom and freedom kept me away from dad. Within, six months I realized that I was intelligent, not stupid like I was called. I could make good decisions, as I got promoted to Assistant Manager when I turned sixteen. Hum, not at all the dumb fat-ass I believed I was. My self-confidence grew and so did my proclamation to independence.. to Freedom! So now here I am, near 30 years later learning how to be a stay at home housewife. Only thing is....I had no idea that staying home would amount to so many, "Honey, today can you....", "Sweetie, don't forget to get my....", "Baby, can you finish the...." "Honey can you do me a favor?"