...and not from head to toe, that matters.
As I laid in my bed, still curled up in my jammies, bed not made, and my laptop on my lap, I realized something.
I have the best job on Earth.
When I was pregnant with Sissy, I worked 40 hours a week...outside the home. Roon was in school, and I woke up at the crack of dawn (work started around 6 am) to spend 10 hours making feeding tubes at a local manufacturing plant.
I enjoyed it.
It was tedious work, but it gave me sense of accomplishment. I made some awesome friends, and with the exception of having to meet daily quotas, it didn't really feel like work. It was adult time. Listening to books on tape as I glued little baloons, and chatting with the person next to you about their plans for the weekend.
I cried when I left.
Mostly, they were tears of joy, because I was finally going to start the family I had wanted so badly. But I was also going to miss my job.
What if I lost that sense of accomplishment, my connection to friends, and some sort of personal validation because I was doing something important to help others?
This morning, I didn't have to punch a time clock. I've been punched in for nearly 8 years.
This morning, I went to "work" in my jammies.
This morning, my "coworkers" snuggled under the covers with me, and gave me a kiss when I opened their fruit snacks.
This morning, I chatted with a friend, texted a friend, and received an email from a friend.
This morning, I pitched an innovative idea...and was validated.
And I didn't even have to leave my house.
Just now, as Boo ran into the room, wearing nothing but her underpants (because HALELUJAH, the potty training seems to have stuck!), covered in orange Dorito dust, her hair all a mess...I smiled.
Because I made that.
Later tonight, as I'm folding the last of the laundry, I'm going to thank the Lord for all the mismatched socks.
I'm going to laugh at the fact that as soon as everyone gets into jammies, the laundry will no longer be "done".
I'll walk by my messy bathroom, and sigh at my list of things I didn't get done.
But I won't feel defeated.
Because I may not wear a fancy suit to go to the office...
But I wear a smile.