When I grow up...

As an empowered and educated woman of the 21st century I am a bit embarrassed to say what I am about to say.


Sometimes, I hope that my husband will make really good money so I can just get an easy stress free administrative job and not have to worry about how much it pays.


~pause for dramatic gasps and disapproving looks of shock and disdain~


Please don’t judge me too harshly…but sometimes a girl just gets tired. It boggles my mind to think of balancing a full time stressful job with children, a social life and a husband. I’m currently working towards a stressful job as a career…I know I want kids in my future…and I know that a husband is in my future.


Hhhmmm…see the dilemma?


Never fear!! I have come up with a solution…hopefully. It is still contingent on the hubs making pretty decent money…but I’m dating an engineering student so I’m banking on him graduating…no pressure…lol.


I want to teach! No, not small children…or middle schoolers…or high school students. I’m not that crazy. Come on, give me some credit. No offense to you wonderful individuals that have that kind of drive, motivation and patience…I am eternally grateful for you. Without you, my future children would be out of luck…and quite possibly dumb.

When I grow up I want to be a professor at a university. And I don’t want to teach just anything. I want to teach hospitality…you know the field that I’m currently in and have been for the past 11 years? The field that I am fiercely passionate about…at least most days.


Yep, I want to teach people hospitality. I want to mold peoples’ minds and teach them how not to suck at their jobs. I could still have summers off with the kids...work fairly normal hours…and the pay is decent. No working an event until 2 am…no coming in on a Saturday to show a client around…just a normal M-F job. Heck, sometimes it’s not even 5 days a week. Sometimes they get to cram their classes into 2 or 3 days…now that would be sweet.


My theory is that it would satisfy my need to feel like I’m improving someone’s life…or at least contributing to the overall function of society. But it would hopefully not make me a crazy person…which is the road I currently see myself on. Yep, I will probably be twitching and curled up in a corner talking to myself at this pace.

Let’s just hope that I can keep the crazy at bay until I get some experience and a Master’s under my belt.