I continue to contemplate whether or not I should go back to work. I deeply miss my job, coworkers, and the sense of satisfaction that comes with completing a task at hand and getting a paycheck. However, the boy above brings me back to reality and makes me wonder how I could even think about going back to work. The grass is always greener...or in this case, that crazy slide...and I just need to be happy with whatever "side" I am sitting on.
There are a million things to be grateful for while staying home. Here I am sitting in my jammies at 7:30 am rather than running out the door to get to work on time. That makes me happy. Yesterday Cohen and I killed 5 hours in an almost empty mall doing nothing and had a great time (All of the stores in Cottonwood Mall are closed because they are rearing up for renovations next year) and walking around our little neighborhood. It was fun, and he is such a good sport. I've never waiting for a car repair with my boy in tote. It was much better than having my coworker drop me off to pick up my car.
I don't get as much done as I want to, but that is okay. The house is a little messy, the dishes aren't always done, but man we are becoming the masters of CandyLand and spend a lot of time at the park. I may not be getting paid, but I sure am being loved. That makes it work it.