She works hard for the money. SO hard for it honey.

She works hard for the money. SO hard for it honey.

I know, I know. It's a total blogger faux pas to write about work on the internet, let alone a personal blog, that if your boss were so inclined to Google you, they'd TOTALLY stumble upon it. It would just hop in their lap and say, "Oh hello good lookin! Ogle at what skills my fingertips have to offer my keyboard in the wee hours of the night."

Good thing this is a lovesome post about my work.

For the most part, I consider myself someone who works for me and mine. Although, the me and mine activities I indulge myself in are far from the bread winning duty (for now), I consider them what makes the working me, well, the working me.

I muck around with remote administrative work for my above and beyond mommy-hood and "me and mine" stuff. It is sort of like having a cocaine addiction to me. I used to be a personal assistant for years after I graduated and there is just something about scheduling every minute detail of a person's life that invigorates my soul. I am insane and have relatively large ears. I hear you snickering and sneering over there in Croatia.

This probably contributes GREATLY to my need to have everything pre-planned. Not to mention the resulting shit storm that happens from a last minute change in said plans. The best part about all of this crippling need to be organized, I love, love, love being spontaneous. What?! How the hell is that even possible?! To be honest, I have not the slightest idea.

It's a side-splitter, I know. Your heart goes above your stomach and large intestine. You good? Okay, let's go on.

I plan every moment, penny, activity, or appointment so that I can be prepared for spontaneity. I, quite literally, sit down at my calendar, writing in "Take advantage of your spontaneous side." I couldn't make this crap up if I tried. Let me tell you, I wish I were trying. Every ounce of this just adds to my crazy.

In a nutshell, I love working. I always make what I'm doing, exciting, new, captivating. Otherwise, what is the point? Why do any of us work, if we refuse to make what we choose to do away from our families, to provide for them, worth our while? I chose to work. I, blessedly, did not HAVE to work after we had Nugget. I will forever be grateful for the research I was able to do to find something that allows me to spend every day with Nugget while building our family a firm nest egg and contributing to that day on the calendar that reads:

Take advantage of your spontaneous side.