I have come to realize my life will always be crazy. My body has finally adapted to the lack of sleep that comes with the joy of a newborn and was looking forward to the next couple of months settling into a more regular schedule. (But since I have crazy life) Jeff came home one day and told me he is opening a hot dog shop with a couple of his friends in six weeks. My reactions in the order listed below:
- My hearing must be going.
- Hot dog! I barely allow Olivia to eat hot dogs.
- Is there such a thing as an organic hot dog?
We went to see the shop. This is the outside. Looks good, right? I’m thinking this is going to work, I’m excited!
Then we went inside…Yikes!
All kidding aside, now that the shock has worn off, I am very ok, I am very happy and excited, I am very proud. For most of our fifteen year relationship, I have been number one. Number one in the sense that I had the intense career that made more money so much of we did, what we had, where we went, was centered around me and my work. I wish this wasn’t the case but money can be very powerful. As nice as it was to have a lot of my own money, be able to provide for my family, and be good at my work, I felt empty inside and not truly happy. I wanted to be a full-time mom raising my kids. Being part of company lay-offs last year and deciding not to go back to work gave me my opportunity to stay at home. Losing my income has been hard but has given Jeff the responsibility of being the primary provider. I have always seen Jeff’s potential to be an entrepreneur (though some of his past decisions have made me wonder) and have been his biggest supporter. He is the grumpiest husband in the world, but he is also street-smart, a great friend, and motivated, a combination necessary to be a good businessman. I am excited for Jeff and his new hot dog shop, Dobbs Dawg House, and look forward to more businesses and projects in the future. He is the new Number One. Now I just need to get use to being Number Two.