Just Another Manic Tuesday

I don't really feel unemployed because I spend so much time looking for a job.  I applied for 6 more jobs today, took yet another employment test and tried to follow up on the 11 jobs I applied for last week.  There are definitely some perks to not working.  I'm spending more time with my kids and have been able to attend more school and sport functions.  My daycare bill is non-existent.  My gas bill and automobile maintenance are much lower.  The hours are good, and I don't have to get dressed up or even dress at all if I don't want to.  I know I'll miss these things when I go back to work, but the cons are pretty big, too.  The pay sucks!  I am fortunate to be receiving emergency unemployment, but I know it's got to end sometime.  And some of the perks are also some of downfalls.  I love my 3 year old, but I am so sick of watching cartoons:  Mickey Mouse, Handy Manny and the millions of Disney movies we have.  I hear the theme songs in my sleep.  My leg hair is growing wild and free, and my idea of doing my hair is throwing on a bandana.  I'm surprised that my husband doesn't care about how I look, I've let myself go so bad.  I absolutely hate to clean house, so I sit here trying to come up with any excuse not to clean. Ultimately, I end up feeling guilty when I see the state of disarray the house is in.  I plan on getting to it; I should have no problem being Super Mom now.  I have images in my head of what my perfect life is now.  The dishes and laundry are always done.  I work out daily.  I pack amazingly tasty and nutritious lunches for the family.  I walk the dog and take the little one to the park.  The reality, though, is my biggest flaw:  execution.  I am great at planning how everything should be.  I just can't seem to get off my butt to get anything done.  I also miss having a life of my own.  I miss adult conversation.  Sadly, I even miss gossip.  I miss the solitary time spent on the daily commute where I don't have to answer the endless "Why?" questions or have to look for the items my husband has misplaced.   Man, I need a job!