I am out here on the island, eight months pregnant and on my own with a toddler and two dogs. The dogs have been walked daily, the kid is happy and fed and lathered with sunscreen. I've cooked all the meals and done all the dishes sans dishwasher. I feel pretty damn swell about it all. I've even been rocking a bikini.
All tagged beach
So tomorrow I leave for three weeks with my toddler and two dogs to head to the beach and work remotely. It is a wonderful luxury of my job, my self-employment status. At the same time, it makes me crazy. Eight months pregnant, no AC, no dishwasher, lots of sand - oh, and did I mention it is an island? My darling husband will be away making money (which we totally need). I have yuppie problems, and I know it. (release guilt here)
Some weekday mornings I get to do this.
And it is AWESOME. Awe inspiring. Awwww. Awwww Yeah.
(I am not mentioning, right now, the nights I spend cranking away or the holidays I've given up for work's demands.)
Because I make my own schedule I get to do a lot of things that I want to do. This includes going for beach walks with my family, mid-morning, on a weekday. Also, going to the bank during bank hours, yes! And shopping when no one else is in the store, alright!