Thursday, October 1, 2020

'Going Feral'

 We tend to set our lives up around a framework, don't we? My framework has been my job for most of my life. 

And now I don't have a job.

I've been feeling quite guilty about the fact that I run around the house in my pajamas for a great part of the day. I rarely go anywhere. I cook, I clean. I am taking a challenging course which I'm enjoying very much and allows amazing revelations such as: the epic of Gilgamesh and Enkidu perfectly demonstrates the Kubler-Ross' 5 stages of grief, which sounds very high faluting as you read it, but in reality, well...I'm hunkered over my books wearing pajamas. 

And at some point during the early afternoon, I amble into the bathroom and take a shower. Since making the decision to simply stop cutting my hair, I just blow dry it, pin it up into a messy bun. I took a pair of scissors and lopped off my bangs a bit earlier in the week. They were annoying me, and I didn't want to bother my sister. 

Side note: I think it looks okay.

I used to wear makeup every day. Now I rarely wear it. Maybe a little mascara, but I'm wearing a mask, so it seems like of pointless to gussy up. 

My newly discovered 'inner slob' makes me a bit uncomfortable. She has discovered yoga pants and we fight a little every time I decide that I need to wear a pair of pants with pockets. 

One of my treats to myself is that I wander over to some blogs in the morning as I drink my morning coffee (in my pajamas). See what's shaking at Ed's place or what's happening with Mrs. Spit, Checking in to see what is new with Bob. Kelly. Jeanie, Bush Babe, Brightened Boy.  

I do quite a bit of traveling for a woman in her pajamas. 

Over at Susan's blog, she posted about going feral and it was really entertaining. 

To that end, I have decided to make my peace with my inner slob. I will pick my battles. My inner slob needs to get out of bed by 7. She needs to brush her teeth and use her waterpik second thing in the morning. (We have no disagreement on what needs to be taken care of first). In return, I will not nag at her about pajamas and the lack of make up, as long as she lets me have the study time. She can have her blog time. We both agree on the coffee thing. My inner slob has decided we can forgo lunch as long as she gets her banana and peanut butter toast in the morning with that coffee. (It used to be tomatoes on toast, but that season is sadly done.)

I've given up, and have gone to the wild side. Sort of.


  1. If it makes you feel any better, I'm often still in my "walking clothes" (which is worse than pjs, since they've been sweated in) for most of the morning. It's currently afternoon, so I'm showered and dressed now, even if it's in a t-shirt and gym shorts. I quit wearing makeup about two decades ago when my husband admitted he couldn't really tell if I had it on or not.

  2. I have not worn make up (except in extenuating circumstances) for over half my life (which is getting to a bigger number every year) but it was so tempting to reach for elasticized pants over the last few months, especially when we were all still working from home.

    Now that I am back in the workplace, there are several who I am not sure whether are pregnant or just enjoyed lockdown more than most. No doubt I will find out one way or the other in the next few months!

    The link to Susan's blog is a link that no longer exists on your blog? Not sure what that means.

    Thank you, however, for the reminder that I need to organise a hair appointment for myself. Last time I attempted hairdressing (near 50 years ago - a golliwog was the client/victim) has scarred me for life.

  3. I've wondered how much of this will carry over when life resumes? Not you personally of course but in general. For the last eight years I've pretty much got up and dressed for working inside the house, outside the house or down at the farm and that really hasn't changed. Neither has the hair situation which is short what remains. But those days of working 9 to 5 are still fairly fresh in my memories and I can certainly empathize with others.

  4. My day was 6-2:30. I do not miss it. I guess maybe I did in the beginning. It was a bit of a shock to volunteer for something that you were viewing as a hiatus but which turned into a permanent situation. I have always had a job, and my paycheck really fed into my own feeling that I was a contributing part of our relationship.

    I'm learning that there are other ways to contribute to a relationship. I'm learning to build a new framework for our life. I'm learning.

  5. If you had spent your life being lazy, I might have something to say about your current season of life. But good grief, lady, even without a “job”
    as that term is generally defined, you work circles around most of us! I’m
    happy for you, that you’ve reached a point where you can take a breath and do some things you enjoy. Please keep
    sharing your stories.


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