I have not worked a Saturday night in about a month. I have been well rested on weekends, attending activities with my family, spending time with my husbnd. It was good. It was miserable to have to sleep today for a while. As I left for work my husband hugged me and was trying to be the devil on my shoulder. C’mon, he said, call out and hang out on the deck with me. I replied, yeah that routine had me home last weekend I have to go sometimes.

Interactions like that me want to redouble my efforts to find more sustainable day work from home. Staurdays are meant for my family not a stinky bar.