Ah. That's the funny thing. We don't know that I have to work. We've never tried it. I think we could but then my trips to Costco would be limited. Also, finding an identity outside the home provides me with a respite from my guilty conscience every day. My children are not perfect and my house is not perfectly clean so I am not a perfect mother or homemaker. But I am a competent educator who works hard for those hours I am in my office and I greatly enjoy the accolades, especially at graduation time.
Bottom line, if I am neurotic now, imagine me without the hobby of working. *Shudder*
So this year, Scott decided to treat me, a poor, underappreciated and overworked, working mother and wife to a 6 day trip to Maui for our anniversary. Maybe just because he wants to go, maybe to calm his guilty conscience because his wife "has to" work. Either way, I'm not going to tip my hand. I like to work. I like to be home when the kids come home from school. I like that he cleans the kitchen and mops the floors. I like all the nice little things he does for me but I am loving this big thing he's doing for me.
I'll go ahead and let him sweep me off my feet again. Because I'm nice like that.