tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103012913446561418.post927127302453146937..comments2023-03-24T06:09:42.889-05:00Comments on Don't Make Me Count to 3: I Miss Having A JobAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07202322670941456618noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103012913446561418.post-64477048155340607612013-05-27T15:39:50.957-05:002013-05-27T15:39:50.957-05:00This morning while I was making breakfast Stephani...This morning while I was making breakfast Stephanie came out into the kitchen pretending to scratch her "balls" with a total derp face on.<br /><br />Not what I was talking about, but I'll take what I can get.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07202322670941456618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3103012913446561418.post-68443856233080075992013-05-27T08:22:06.088-05:002013-05-27T08:22:06.088-05:00Ah, dude, I get it. Been going through the same th...Ah, dude, I get it. Been going through the same thing lately.<br /><br />For me I think it's more just missing having a job to talk about in general conversation with other adults. Lately I find I'm overly sensitive to the snotty holier-than-thou reactions of others when they first hear I <i>don't</i> have a job (other than SAHM). I've taken to playing up the angle that I don't <i>need</i> to work, and that my husband chooses to let me languish in the life of luxury... ::snort::<br /><br />Hey... when catty women choose to look down on me for not working outside the home, a girl's got to do <i>something</i> to take them down a peg... ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16155143990392955762noreply@blogger.com