That said, it doesn't lessen the guilt that sometimes creeps up as I wish that I were more of a clean/neat freak or more of a "home-maker". Instead, I am a breadwinner! Rosie the Riveter, eat your heart out. Whatever that means.
Today, however, I felt more like a L-O-S-E-R than anything. One of the perks (in my view) of working from home is that Michael spends quality time with our dogs, Gus and Milo. I often walk with them on weekday afternoons and weekends, but forget about weekday mornings when I go into work at 7:00 am. Today, after a busy day (I can tell when it's a busy day by the number of emails I send Michael throughout the day; today, I sent him ZERO), we went to the gym for a quick workout and then went to walk the dogs. Half-way into the walk, I just wanted to go home because I was so tired.
Pathetically, I did so.
I just needed a MOMENT to not have to do anything. Of course, sitting here typing away, I wonder if I could have pushed through the walk. After all, it's not as though we walk vigorously with our dogs. They are on the older side, and Gus definitely takes his time! Still, it was just that small window to come home and putz around the house.
Michael, being the freaking saint that he is, totally let me off the hook. I owe my sanity to him on a daily basis.