So, like, I'm an expert, 'n stuff

Not that long ago, I wrote a post about needing more balance in my life.

I am happy to declare that just six weeks after that post, I now officially work only four days a week. YAY ME!!!

Yep - tomorrow, instead of going into the office and working for THE MAN, I will be at home, becoming more and more frustrated with myself as I fail to cross items off my "to do" list.

But seriously, whether I catch up with all my laundry (don't snort like that - its not attractive) or sit in PJs all day with the kids, it doesn't matter. Its more important to have the time to do either. To have the choice. To simply be there with my kids while they're still small. To have one more day a week to see them, sleepy and in their jammies, cuddled on the couch with a sippy cup, staring at Sesame Street, morning hair on end.

I owe this lovely gift of time partially to my wonderful boss, who seriously rocks and goes to bat for me when I come up with crazy schemes like cutting back my work hours, and partially to all the gals who've recently left our marketing department after going on maternity leave and deciding they just couldn't come back. I feel ya, ladies, but I don't have a doctor husband. Mine's a public servant, and well, until this recent pay cut I made more than he did.

So there's those things and a teensie little thing like being invited to speak at a national conference to throw into the mix. Yep. It ain't BlogHer, but this Mama is travelling to Dallas at the end of the month and will be on a panel discussing the latest online mass marketing tools and more techie details about them than you'll ever care to know.

The boss and his boss were elated to find out that little old moí was the créme de la créme in this "world". I needed to provide the conference folks with a short bio, and conferred with Boss Man as to what to include. He's great from a conversational standpoint like that.

Me: I just don't know if its important to include my schooling info. What
do you think? Leave it in or take it out?
Him: You're gonna get, like, big time job offers at this conference you know.
Me: (laughing uncomfortably at the compliment) I don't know about
that. In or out?
Him: Seriously. You'd just better not leave me here high and dry. If
someone woos you away from the firm, you'd better think about taking me with
you.

So I had that fear goin' for me, which is nice.

So this Mama is thankful (today at least) to have such a great job AND family, and to be in the position to love them both.

Can you say that your life doesn't suck?