"...a case of the Mondays!"

First of all, how kickass is this weather? Highs in the low 60s? We spent two hours playing in the yard today and didn't break a sweat once. If only there were a mini ramp nearby. Maybe I need a mountain board for the yard instead? Hot weather is for suckers.

Okay, back to our regularly scheduled program...

When I left my job a few months ago to stay at home with Connor, I sent out a long-winded, self-serving goodbye e-mail to my coworkers, all of whom I knew I would miss enormously. In addition to the great people, I was just as much in love with the job itself. Work never ever felt like "work" and I wanted to let these folks know that my goal in life had become to find a job I enjoyed equally, because I would never find one I'd enjoy more. I didn't realize how I had suceeded in that search until this morning.

People who consider themselves "stuck" in dead end 9-to-5 jobs dread Mondays. If you listen to any of those horrible morning radio shows (by that I mean that any of them...they're all horrible) you'll hear it every week. "Welcome to another work week. We'll help you get through it. Blah blah blah. If you're gonna kill yourself, do it on a commercial."

Just like with my previous job, I find myself looking forward to Monday mornings because Stacey — rightfully so — is an admitted Connor-hog on the weekends. Although I'm ready for a break once Friday comes, Monday is by far the best day of the week for us.

Besides, I don't look quite as silly playing with his toys with him rather than by myself.