The start in Side Effects

14 years of entries lost on Open Diary. I started that diary when I started college, it chronicled my growth, my jobs, relationships. So anyone that read me, practically knew me. For it to be erased, to start over, it felt like, whoever reads me won’t know what the hell I’m taling about!

But the best place to start is the start.

I am 34 years old, mother of 2 daughters, Karina who is 8 years old, and baby Hilda who is 1 and a half. Living with my husband, Adrian, who I’ve been in a relationship with for the past 3 years. We live in a teeny insignificant town in Mexico, that is heaven and hell at the same time.

History has proven that I am a workaholic, I thrive in the work environment. So it is extremely hard for me to take on the responsabilities and duties as a mom and housewife. REALLY HARD, cooking and cleaning and having a spotless house is a sciene I just cannot understand. Give me a company’s finances any day and I’ll put chaos in order. The house? Impossible. I’m working on it.

Today, was a normal day. I am determined to convince myself that my home is my company, corny as it may sound, and I want to organize and account for every single inch and finance. Laugh at me all you want, but it is the only way I can convince myself to find this entertaining. I get up at 6:00 a.m., turn on the water heater, wake Chelsea Karina up. While she gets dressed I turn on a pot of coffee and iron Adrian’s clothes for work. I quickly prepare breakfast for Chelsea. While she eats breakfast, I do her hair. Adrian drives her to school while I finish up his breakfast. The school is 5 minutes away driving so he is back in 10 minutes. We have breakfast together, by this time Hilda is almost always already up. We converse, listen to some radio, he goes off to work, and I stay at home.

It is cloudy today. I loaded one load of laundry, and cleaned up after breakfast. I’m still organizing all my paperwork from filing taxes last week. I am an accountant, by the way, did I mention that?

Mother called and wanted me to accompany her to a department store to buy a present for an upcoming wedding. I go so she won’t be alone. My mother is now 73, and she limps. It pains me to see her this way, but mother is mother, and she still wears heels at her age. She refuses to be seen as an old lady. I enjoy her company, she enjoys Hilda’s, and besides, I don’t like her wandering around a department store all alone with her purse wide open.

She brought me home, I finished up lunch while she played with the baby. Adrian came home from work. She went home, we picked up Chelsea, had a nice yummy lunch. Elizabeth, a friend of Adrian’s who is a doctor, came over because I filed her taxes. I didn’t charge her because I want her to recommend me to her co-workers at the hospital. I was able to achieve a return of about $3,000 pesos. I told her with a little discipline and instruction on my behalf, she can get up to $13,000 in tax returns next year. Yep, so, from what I feel, she’s sticking with me. This makes me feel good.

Adrian is a wonderful husband who, doesn’t make much right now, but he doesn’t pressure me to work. We pinch on one salary, so that I can stay home with Hilda and Chelsea, which is priceless. The accounting is money on the side, and most of all, doing what I love.

Last updated May 07, 2015