Meanwhile…

I have to go to work tomorrow.  Shudder.

I have to wake up, have a shower, find clean clothes and a matching head-thing, put on shoes, drive across town, park and go up an elevator to an office.

I know all this because I did it on Thursday already.  ALL DAY.

Why am I doing this at such a crazy time of year???  In the middle of homeschooling three children?  In the middle of Yom Tov preparations?  In the middle of the first week I have felt at ALL recuperated from breaking my ankle?

There’s a saying, “if you want to get something done, ask a busy woman.”

So they asked – at this busy time of year, which is busy for them, too – if I could come in and help fill in here and there.  As a very special bonus, they can’t pay much.  So of course:  stupidly, crazily, I said yes.

The nice thing is that all of it – the crazy time of year, the not-paying-much – means (I think) that the power is still mine in this equation.  Of course I can’t work long hours, regular hours, or even be expected to do an extraordinarily good job (though I will!).  What do they expect, for what they’re prepared to pay?

The other nice thing is (shhhh) I really, REALLY like working in offices.  I like being surrounded by productive buzz and not screamy shmeary toddlers.  This is a trap, of course.  This is where I decide it is so tantalizingly lovely to be in a clean place with polite people that I ditch the house and the kids and run away back to the workplace.

But don’t worry, loyal readers.  I’m not falling for it.  I’ll be back at home before you know it!