But when I come home tired and "less than 100%" at the end of my workday, I still have to be Mom. No paid sick days. In fact, not good hours either. And no co-workers at all, so that sucks too. The work is still pretty rewarding, or at least most days it is.
But somedays I need a sick day
So today, and I'm not ashamed to admit it: I lay in bed playing iPhone/iPod games with my boys, I let my daughter go to a friend's house for supper, I threw in a frozen pizza here at home, and as soon as supper was over, I climbed right back into bed.
The dishes can wait.
The laundry can wait.
I made myself a cup of coffee...