I have noticed recently how difficult it is to get back into the work frame of mind after a long weekend. After a weekend of basically being lazy about housework and focused on cookie baking, I don't want to sit in my lab and do paperwork. I would much rather be at home dipping the Buckeyes in chocolate. Or toasting the sesame seeds for the Bene Waffers. Or making any number of other recipes on my list. Or actually cleaning my house (which is driving me a little crazy in its clutter lately). Basically anywhere but here.
I know that sounds like I hate my job, which couldn't be further from the truth. I like my job. I like what I do and most of the people I work with. There is just a certain allure of being a stay at home mom. Of having a clean house all the time. But when I stop and really think about the kind of stay at home mom I was before, I know my house would still be clutter central. And I would complain about having only on line friends from hanging out on Facebook or playing Halo online all day. And dinner would still be this hurried affair as my husband walked in the door.
No, I truly beleive I was meant to work outside my home. I just wish it was as a mattress tester or something equally lazy minded.
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