Apparently I took the day off yesterday. I don’t think I meant to as I totally remember thinking to myself that I needed to write something and click publish. But, between family in the house and the coffee cup, I must have gotten distracted and forgotten what I was doing.
So, thanks to those of you who still stopped by yesterday, even if there wasn’t something new to read.
Maybe I needed a day off. I am not sure. Of course, here in the US it was a holiday. As such, I wasn’t at the office and I wasn’t doing my telecommute thing. The schedule was off so I guess so was I.
Here’s the weird thing though. When I am off, like off from work because of a holiday, there is scorn in the house. Scorn because the holiday doesn’t relieve everyone in the house of their work responsibilities. Because I get a day off and get to do what I want to do, I get scorn. I hear things like:
“What did you do today?”
“What did you get done today?”
“How were you productive today?”
“What did you do with yourself today?”
It’s some version of that. Scorn.
How about I just get to take time off for me? How about I get to do what I want on these days because I can? How about I just get to do me today?
I am off. I have no work. I don’t feel like doing work at home today either. In fact, I left a 15 year career in teaching so I didn’t have to dedicate my whole life to work, even when I wasn’t at work. Get it?
(Oh, and for the record, I cleaned the house and put away laundry since dinner guests were coming. There. I did something.)
Now, leave me alone.
***Dang, back to work today…***