Netflix and the Couch.

I’m not made to not work. So the last few days here have been a little hard because I feel like I'm not doing anything but unpacking. I've ventured out a few times but no where far as I’ll get lost since I have no idea how to get anywhere. Sean is at work and I’m here. On this couch. Watching Netflix. And blogging.

I’ve been working for a long time it feels like. I’ve always loved having my own money. I take pride in spending my own money. In purchasing something that I worked for.

When I was 13, I realized I had a gift of braiding hair. I would get paid to do box braids and cornrows after school and on the weekends. For cornrows I would get $25 a head. Some days I would do 3 heads and at 13 that was a lot of money. When I would do box-braids I would get $50-$75 a head depending on the difficulty in the style. Some weeks I made up to $300. I had a little business at 13 as funny as that sounds. I kept that up until I graduated from high school.

When I was 15, I became a camp counselor (hair stuff still on the side) during the summer and kept that position until I graduated from high school. So I feel like I’ve always had money. I would go shopping and buy myself anything I wanted at 13. My parents would take a certain amount to save for me and I would give 10% and tithe.

When I got to college it was the same. I worked. When all the college students complained about being poor I never did. I had saved a lot of money before going to college so I would always share with my friends because sometimes they just couldn’t do things without money. My parents would put money in my account but to be honest they really didn’t need to. So why I decided to get my first credit card in college is beyond me but that's a story for another day.

On that note, I can’t remember the last time I actually asked anyone for money (besides the bank to buy my house and car of course). And now, well now. I am jobless. I have money saved but Sean wants me not to spend it. So now I’m spending HIS money. Yeah, yeah. I know. We’re married. It’s ours but I’m strange. When I’m working, when I’m contributing then I can say it is our money. Even though he has always made more than I have, I at least felt like I was bringing something to our household. Now I’m not and well, to be honest I freaking hate it.

I’m thinking about just picking up a job as a waitress/hostess/server, anything that way I can get out of this house and make some money to contribute until I find a job that I really want. So I've given my self a timeline to find something I want and if I don't I'm heading back into the hospitality industry for a little while. Because if not, I’m just sitting here feeling useless and pretty sad that the mall does not sound like fun. I should be loving this little break. I mean, in my head, I know I should be loving this. And to think, it hasn't even been two weeks.

I just re-read this post and realized that I’m even odder than I thought. Great. All this time to think is not beneficial at all. I would go to the gym but I already did that. I guess Netflix and the couch is where it's at, for now.