I stood in front of the fridge looking at my lunch options. Leftover lasagna…turkey sandwich…nothing seemed to jump out at me. It started to make me a little nostalgic for the “good old days”, back when I was working full time. It made me think about what I traded…
I traded my pantsuits…for jeans and hoodies…
I traded my quiet office…for quiet that only comes behind a locked bathroom door…
I traded lunches at Olive Garden…for the occasional outing to Culvers…
I traded organization-wide training implementations…for new chore sheet implementations…
I traded performance reviews…for time outs and award stickers…
Back to the present…and leftovers. I decided on the chicken tenders and mashed potatoes, sat down with the kids to eat, giggle, and talk about the most recent Fresh Beat Band episode.
Yeah…I definitely traded up.
So right you are
love,
M & Dad
I agree! I wish I was back in your shoes.