When people find out you’re quitting your job, they ask you what you’re going to next. When they find out you’re going to stay home, the first thing they seem to ask (in my recent experience) is, “Aren’t you going to be bored?”
This question always tells me that the speaker overestimates by a magnitude of many thousands the intellectual and spiritual stimulation provided by the average desk job; it also tells me they probably don’t have many hobbies, if they can’t imagine what a person would do all day at home; and they probably don’t know me very well. Frankly, I have been so busy since I retired, that I’ve had to force myself to learn where to stop in the evening, or on weekends, and I sleep the righteous sleep brought on by real physical labor every night these days; I get up at 7:15 to take the dogs out, give them their pills, and make’s Scott’s lunch, and I start yawning around 8:30-9. I’m superbusy, and it’s good. I feel so much better, my house looks better, and projects that have been sitting, neglected, for years are getting done.
So what have I been doing with myself these days?
Well, there’s the cooking, and the cleaning, and the laundry.
And then there’s the making of the bed three times a day, after the dogs mess it up…again. I will make it twice, and straighten it thrice more. After that, I give up, or I lock the dogs out of the bedroom.
So I am a chef, maid, contractor, interior decorator, personal shopper and errand runner, business manager, gardener, seamstress, laundress, musician, dog butler, researcher, and general handywoman and laborer. I’ve got major redecorating plans for the living room and my office, once I’ve finished (and recovered from) the bathroom project, plus I want to make a raised planting bed in the back yard. Come March, I’ll start doing a couple months’ contract work for my old company, too, an annual project that I’ve done for years and no one else really knows how (or wants) to do.
Bored? Not a chance.