When one is nearly unemployed (read: substitute teaching), one tends to have a bit of extra time on their hands. People often wonder what a "socialite" (a misnomer, really - you can call me casually employed/semi-retired instead, since socialite implies extravagant diamonds and Hermes handbags, neither of which I have) like me does with all of her "spare time." I believe that with the question comes the tacit implication that I do not do anything, and that I am somehow being a lazy wife.
Well, let me enlighten you. A free woman such as myself does a bit of this and that, after which precious little "spare time" remains. I cook, I clean, I pick up after my dear Hubbs (who, though a brilliant man and incredibly thorough and competent professionally, tends to overlook tedious details like moving wet towels off the bed in his "big picture" thinking), and I iron. I balance books and pay bills, and I try to get edumacated on life stuff. I also do copious amounts of laundry, I assemble new furniture, and sometimes I repair things like broken chairs. I wash dishes that cannot be loaded into the dishwasher, and I unpack stuff (like boxes and suitcases). I book travel for my Hubbs and coordinate social events. I buy gifts at Christmastime and on special occasions, and I am the generous heart behind the presents that Hubbs might bring to work or to functions. I grocery shop. I correspond on behalf of the company and us as a couple to friends and business folk. I ready the home for guests. I counsel my Hubbs on life and work advice. I am a Renaissance Woman.
(Oh, and I read blogs. Lots and lots of blogs. Most of them are celebrity gossip blogs, but I have grown increasingly fond of real estate "bear" blogs lately. I read Greater Fool by ousted-MP/author/prophet Garth Turner, Vancouver Condo Hype, and Vancouver UnReal Estate. I'm also trying to read some pedagogy books that I ordered online. They're easy reads and incredibly practical, but with nowhere to put the theory into practice, I just haven't mustered sufficient levels of enthusiasm to plow through the material.)
So I do work, though perhaps I do not follow traditional office hours nor do my little projects and jobs yield a formal paycheque. I am still busy, despite my time not being occupied with the tasks for which I am formally trained. My day remains productive from sunrise to sunset, and at the end of the day, my work still contributes to a better life for Hubbs and I.
The conclusion: think twice before you next ask me (or someone like me) what I do with all of my "spare time." I do not have the time for innane questions like that; I have stuff to do!