I am never bored. The commute is a breeze. I can set my own hours (didn't say that those hours are honored, but I can set them). There is no end to creative license. I can laugh out loud, sit on the floor, and eat any time I want to. And I get to boss other people around. I get hugs and snuggles, and my cow-orker-husband-dude gives me... what isn't normal from other co-workers (I like cow-orkers better. Thanks, Mike.). Foot rubs, if you're curious. And I get to control the thermostat.
It's a lot of hard work. And it often involves menial labor. Most jobs, when you get right down to it, do require some menial labor. Filing papers. Sorting paperclips. Getting the mail. Crawling under the desk to see why the internet is down again. Dusting. Cleaning out the drink machine. Shoveling the front walk. Saying "Have a nice day" a million times in a row. And like most jobs, in order for me to feel the most fulfilled about my work, I have to work it.
I do work. Lots. And I play. Not as much as I should. And I stop and appreciate. And I give compliments and encourage and bite my tongue. And I love seeing what other mothers have to say about their work. You can call that networking.
We network over the back fence and across the rows of
I'm a fan of homemaking. I think it is the best - and most important - job in the world. Each of us was brought up is some home or another, and the future of the world is, in great part, determined by what goes on at our hearths. Like. Love it. I'm living my dream.