Greatest job ever

Lately I have felt like I should be doing more. Like "why don't I work somewhere I can see production everyday!" In my mind WORK consists of going to a building every day and coming home after the clock strikes quitting time and you've met a quota for the day.

My job field started at age 15 as a cashier, from there I became a factory/warehouse worker (loved it) for many years, then I wanted to venture out and became a waitress at a (ahem) "Gentleman's club"... I SAID WAITRESS!!! from there I went on to work again in another warehouse and on to be a Chiropractic assistant. I then started doing faux finish and mural painting while attending college to become a RAD tech and had 2 more years to complete before I was accomplished with degree in hand but then I got married and we felt like I was to stay home (to raise my family... hmmmm). HA!

To me that was a joke because nobody in my family stayed home and they have MONEY (wait a minute... no they don't)!!! I need MONEY so I NEED a good JOB! Right? Well there is indeed no arguing with God so every attempt I made to continue my education fell through and getting a job was impossible to say the least! SO I stayed home ( I did however continue doing decorative painting in homes with my then boss. It was just a side business kind of thing.) So then the "journey" of the family began and after all the losses I think I laughed in the face of God and said "Is this really what I am staying out of a job for!!!" "Cause this STINKS"!!!! "Stay home to raise what family!!!" "I could be a RAD tech and be making lots of money and have a CAREER had I not listened to YOU!" (What? like you have never argued with your Father!) ...

But then here we are years later and I do in fact have the BEST job ever staying home to raise "my family"! Some days it is very trying and some days I would LOVE to go to a "normal" job setting and clock out at the end of the day. But days like today make it worth every bit of what I do.

Moe had a visit with dad again today and when I took him in to drop him off I handed him over to his father and proceeded to take his little jacket and hat off. He looked at me as though, "are you leaving me?" He was so puzzled and did not look happy about it at all. I then left to go to Wally-hood and wasted my whole time there trying to buy stinkin' infant pain medicine (I did not get it because the line was too long and I only had an hour before picking Moe up). As I go back to the building to get Moe I hear him crying. I walk through the door and he turns around real quick in time to see me coming through the door and he turns and reaches out for me from his father's arms. He wanted me!!! That undoes every bad day we've had and makes me know that this is in fact the BEST job I could ever have! I love my boys!