People ask, "So, do you work today?" If I'm scheduled the next day at the bank, I might respond, "I'm off today. I go to work tomorrow."
After the last two days, I'm pondering that phrase.
Today I go to the rest-home. Today I go to the place where there's no lawn to mow, no garden to weed, no dishes to wash, no bread to knead, no driveway-asphalt to repair, no rugs to vacuum and shampoo, no laundry to fold. There's air-conditioning there. There's a mandatory one-hour lunch-time where you can sit and rest and are strictly prohibited from working. I've spent the last two days doing a lot of manual labor outdoors under a heat-advisory.
Today I go to my place of paid employment. And we call this place "work"?
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
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Sounds delightful! I am making myself sit with the sleeping Evan in a chair and resting. Frequently I tell my husband to have a nice day resting up at work. So true, so true. Enjoy the cool Susan and being forced to rest and get paid for it!!!! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI totally understand! When I worked at the hospital I was in a cool basement, got paid, someone else made my coffee, and I had grown ups to talk to. Sometimes I miss work. However, for this season of life, my heart is here at home!
ReplyDeleteYeah. I call my place work. Definitely.
ReplyDeletePam, in spite of the intense work of mommyhood, there's no comparing the joy of the two jobs. Being at home with your kids, making a home, developing self-reliance skills, reading aloud, teaching hymns and catechism, even the icky parts of breaking up arguments and cleaning up a 1-yr-olds destruction of the bookshelf -- it's all so much better than the nice parts of the paid job.
ReplyDeleteNathan, I figured you'd comment, but I didn't have time to add a qualifier before I left for work this morning. Yes, your job is, most certainly, WORK.