I quit my job so there

I quit this job on Monday, and today is my last day. So maybe it wasn't the smartest thing considering the economy and I don't have anything solid lined up except for a couple of freelance gigs and the fact that Rigel just signed on for a full-time job, and Kira needs braces and the dishwasher's making a funny noise and we promised Kiyomi tennis lessons and the kids' college fund consists of sixteen-dollars. Oh wait, make that fourteen -- I had to borrow a couple of bucks for coffee the other day.

But the company is going through some changes, at least the part I worked for, and I felt like it was the perfect time for me to make a change, too. Also, this June would have marked three years with the company, which barring the twelve years I had my own design studio would have been the longest time I spent at one job. The shortest? Forty-five minutes. It's never a good sign when halfway through orientation you're composing your resignation letter.

The upside is that I'll have time to do more things, like actually visit friends and call people on the phone instead of the usual annual email. But I guess the biggest reason for quitting is so that I have more time to do things like this:

That's Kira and Kiyomi's lunches today, bento boxes consisting of Japanese croquettes, sliced vegetables and rice with a seaweed Pokémon tattoo.

I can't wait till they get home from school so they can see the matching outfits I crocheted for them out of shredded bath towels.

That's right -- goodbye workforce, hellllooo obsessive, hovering, overbearing, too-much-time-on-her-hands mom. Why do I get the feeling they'll be begging me to get a job.

The rest of you should just lock your doors and try not to answer the phone.

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P/S - I used these for the tattoos. I didn't cut them out myself -- I'm not that crazy. Yet.

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