I am supposed to be on vacation all week from work. I have checked my work email everyday so far. Even on Christmas. I disgust myself. I haven’t responded to any email but only have monitored the volume. But still, it’s repulsive. Maybe if I would have remembered to put an “out of office” reply on before I left then I wouldn’t be checking it consistently. Sometimes on the weekends I have trouble concentrating on task because I am too busy thinking up solutions to files at work. Dreaming of work can become a problem during “crunch time.” Yuck. I know I am not alone in this matter because Tabitha has done the same thing. I don’t understand how work can become such a focal point of our lives. Why can’t I be so consumed with thoughts of my husbands that I can’t concentrate at work? The effect doesn’t work in reverse. Is it the money that does it or the pressure to succeed?
I pray I pray I pray that I will not have to return back to work when I have children. I pray I pray I pray that God will find a way. Then when I am at the grocery store with little Frankie on my hip I can try to remember if I left the coffee pot on at the house.
Side note: Mom & dad bought me my very first coffee maker for Christmas. It makes four cups. I insisted that I got a small maker because I only drink one cup a day. This morning when I pulled out my favorite coffee cup and poured myself two cups (I thought I would drank a little more today being the first cup) the coffee didn’t fill the cup. So I guess I really drink three to four cups of coffee a day. I guess my cup is big.
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