That’s what a friend called staying home with her kids. I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my turkey burger. But I still wanted to try it, positive that when I stayed home I would be fulfilled. And now, I do stay home, two days a week on Mondays and Fridays. No work. No office work that is. Its been about a month and our house is calmer, there is (occasionally) more food in the fridge and the floors are cleaner. I finally had time to clean out our junk drawer and the boys drawers only have clothes that actually fit them. But there’s one thing I haven’t been able to keep so tidy: my sense of myself.

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