A few of my friends... OK, anyone who knows me, knows I am slightly desperate to go back to work. I have no idea how or when or where... I just know I really need to get out of the house.
I really want to make money. I really want to wear clothes that don't have words on them. But every day, instead of working, I always end up folding one more load of laundry, reading one more chapter of The Little Prince.
Here's the thing. It's the big kid's last summer before school starts. He goes to school in three months, and THAT'S IT! That's the end of my uninterrupted time to influence, guide, and instruct. Not that we are doing much of that by watching Popeye, but whatevs.
Honestly, I just want to hang out with my kids, and enjoy the fleeting childhood while I have a chance.
IS IT WRONG TO JUST WANT TO HANG OUT? For... three months? What is the difference between making the days count... and just being a lazy, lazy bum?