I guess I should be sad by this, but, surprisingly, I'm not.
I like work (most of the time). Give me a day or 2.
Having to be at work can get old, but I do like the dependability that a daily schedule brings.
Don't get me wrong, I love having time off to relax and visit with my families.
I love trips into New York City and movies in the afternoon.
I love staying up late, sleeping in, having fabulous food and dessert after every meal.
But.
At the same time, I also
Oh well, a couple sleepy mornings that I drag myself out of bed and a sugar crash or 2 and I should be back in business.
The only reason I could really use a few more days off is to finish cleaning up after the holidays.
Maybe if I had these kinds of helpers I'd be in better shape.
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