It all started when I won the lottery. Well, sort of. You see, I didn’t literally win the lottery. But you know how people say “You just won the lottery, now what will you do with your life?” (Or is that the Super Bowl?) Anyway, I won the lottery like that.
I’d just had a baby, and my salary as a social worker barely covered the cost of daycare. It didn’t add up for me to go back to work, and my husband made enough for me to be able to stay home. So I didn’t really have to go back to work. Ever.
It was fun for a while. I’d wear my apron and play Suzy-homemaker, and send my husband off for the day. But it didn’t take long for me to get bored. Goodbye kisses followed by baking cookies was soon replaced by long, long hours of boredom.