...so I took some classes last spring to become a post-partum doula. I have made more than enough money to pay for the training, so that is good. However, last night when I nearly broke my toe on the way to my own bathroom (dark + chair + toe= ow!), and then felt RELIEF that I could use it as an excuse not to meet with a prospective doula client (but was totes ready to book a new cleaning client for next week), I got very clear. I don't want to be a doula.
I like babies, I like people. But I don't like being stuck overnight at someone else's house, by myself with two babies to take care of, alone. I did that (well, in my own house) years ago. Maybe if I were doing day gigs, that would be better, but I would have to create space in my schedule, space that I don't have. And, really, I need socializing, not newborns. I don't know what the answer is, but at least I know what it isn't.
T is going to Alaska tomorrow. 4 days. 4 day in my house, without any kids. Yay, me!