I do have a job.
And woo-hoo for that, you know, with the economy and all.
But it maybe isn't my favorite job
Silver lining there, though, is that I really appreciate the heck out of my weekends.
But I have noticed that my definition of a "good" weekend is a little different than it used to be.
I'm sitting here on a Sunday night, lounging in the warm glow of floors swept, and a million loads of laundry done and folded and put away, and 25 little tupperwares of lunch foods assembled, and an apple crisp baked and 3 children bathed and stuff like that.
I think that shift happened around the same time I started getting excited about things like free flu shots and underpants for Christmas.
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