Because the Libra in me just craves a little balance, alright?

Can I just say how much nicer my life feels when I only work three days a week?

And by "nicer", I mean more manageable, less stressful, and far more balanced.

Granted, this week I am only getting off easy because of the Labor Day holiday. And Wednesday is my scheduled day off. But still...it's nice. I am refusing to give in to the nagging worry in the back of my head that likes to remind me "No work...NO PAY!" because my laundry is caught up, my child is napping peacefully, my floors are swept, and sometimes one's sanity seems every bit as worth the money you could make in a full day at your other job. Today, I am enjoying the better of my two jobs. Probably because, when asked which she likes better--school, or staying home with Mommy--my stuffed up, fever-y toddler replied "I just yike staying home with Mommy. I yike home the best."

Yes, Zoey. I yike home the best, too.

So, it would appear that I just need to figure out a way to get paid to do this--be at home, raise my kid, and fill my blog with random thoughts that occasionally crack people up.

But then I stop to consider that this line of work might cause me to cut back on things like showering at regular intervals and wearing anything other than yoga pants, and I realize that I need to keep a job on the side that requires me to maintain some semblance of personal hygiene. As it is, I have chosen a profession that requires a dress code that is marginal at best--scrubs, which are really just glorified pajamas, in a style and color that is pre-determined and requires only that I match the day of the week with the correct corresponding color.

I think I should probably get up and go take a shower now.