The Pay-off
It’s half term next week.
Which means I’ll be working around the child as he won’t be occupied in school. Which means I’m typing this on a Saturday night, half working and half watching the Eurovision Song Contest. And even though that does sound like some kind of crazy torture, it also means that if I work now, I get to spend a few days with my little boy next week doing fun things. I have no room for complaints.
Anyway, I got to thinking about all the other kindred spirits who are too, working when they can for the free-time payoff, those who play hide and seek only to hide in the office and check emails, those who will try oh so hard to be enthusiastic about making play-doh animals when all they really want to do is well…anything else really…
Then I read this post, and now I’m going to shut this thing off and have a beer. I have a week of emotions to look forward to, swinging from parental satisfaction to resentment to guilt, I figure need the alcohol.



